chapter 55

Everly My head throbs even more as Macey watches me with worry. She even prods the bump on my head with her finger, which only makes it hurt more with her attempt to examine it. “It's only bleeding a little; I bet it hurts, though,” she says, poking it again. I laugh, which causes me to clutch my head in pain. “Uh, yeah, because you keep poking it,” I respond. “Shit! Sorry,” she chuckles and stops. “Maybe you should shift; it may help heal it a little quicker?” Macey offers. That’s the last thing I want to do. It always seems like too much effort to shift these days, and I hate my wolf form. I tire quickly and don't want to spend the rest of the day like a zombie because I shifted for a meager bump to the head. “Maybe later; we still have loads of work today. Oh! The morgue? Was it Emily?” I ask her. With everything going on, I forgot to ask her. “No, it was some homeless woman. She must have stolen some of Emily's clothes. I recognized the tie-dyed shirt, but it wasn't her,” Macey tel