Chapter 67. I’ll Be There

ARDEN

I blinked my eyes open. Pain immediately flared across my shoulder blades and thighs. My arms felt as though I had used them to wrestle the ground itself. I tasted dirt. My head throbbed, and my lips were dry. It was so, so dark.

I groaned, pushing myself up from the forest floor, my body screaming in protest. I’d definitely rolled down the cliff—probably hitting every root, rock, and regret along the way. But I was alive.

Thank the Goddess for my wolf genes—because without them, I probably would’ve cracked my skull open and been left for dead.

I blinked again, slowly adjusting to the lack of light. Another benefit of being a shifter was my night vision. Well, sort of. It wasn’t perfect, but it still allowed me to make out faint shapes and silhouettes around me.

What the hell was this place?

I looked up, but the cliff edge was nowhere in sight. I must have tumbled really far. My hand instinctively moved to my ribs, wincing at the sharp jab o