Chapter 145

Rain’s POV

Past Midnight, a Few Hours to The Ancient Rites.

I clenched my jaw, teeth grinding together tightly as the cotton cloth soaked with blood and stinging liquid pressed against the wound.

“Damn you, Sienna,” I spat, my voice shaking with both pain and fury.

The dagger wound wasn’t deep enough to kill me, but it was deep enough to torment me like this. And unlike the rest of them, those blessed wolves with their arrogant strength and rapid healing, I have nothing but time to wait for the flesh to knit itself back together. My wolf is weak, slow and pathetic. An omega’s curse. Even small cuts take days to heal. A wound like this? Weeks, maybe.

I tied the bandage tighter and nearly screamed from the burn. A bitter laugh escaped my lips instead. I leaned against the sink, staring