The Snow Wolf (Wolves Ever After Book 1) by Amberlyn Holland

Author:Amberlyn Holland [Holland, Amberlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fairy tales, Magic, dragon shifter, fantasy romance, fairy tale romance, the snow queen, wolf shifter
Published: 2019-11-16T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

AWARENESS SLOWLY pulled Sterling up from the depths of peaceful, painless unconsciousness.

Along with awareness came the memory of agonizing injuries and he automatically tensed against the expected wave of pain.

But pain didn't come.

A deep, primal part of Sterling feared what that meant. Because not hurting, after what he'd endured, might be worse than the agony he'd anticipated.

Not ready to face those possibilities yet, he kept his eyelids shut tight and cataloged his surroundings first.

Quiet surrounded him, but footsteps and the soft murmur of voices echoed not far away. Soft sheets enveloped him and a firm bed supported him. The mingled odors of chamomile, sage, ginger and other herbs suffused the room.

Most importantly, Myra's scent lingered in the air. Familiar but faded.

With all that, Sterling still didn't know where he was. Or what had happened.

Annoyed with his cowardice, Sterling finally took stock of his injuries.

His limbs lay heavy at his sides, weighed down with weariness. Stiff and uncomfortable from disuse. And Sterling realized he wasn't as completely free of pain as he first thought. He just wasn't experiencing the overwhelming agony he expected.

There was a deep ache in his side where the Troll chieftain sliced poison-coated claws into him. The smaller multitude of wounds from the Mirror King's questioning hardly registered at all. Even the pain in the back of his skull had dulled to a barely noticeable pulse of discomfort.

That Sterling was mostly healed should have been a relief, but it did nothing to alleviate his fears. With the wolfsbane flowing through his body, his wounds should have killed him. Or, at the very least, taken months to recover from.

A tremor of panic worked its way up his spine.

How long had he been asleep? What had the Mirror King done in the aftermath of their dramatic escape? Had he come after Myra? Had he gone after Sterling's pack?

Unwilling to hide from the truth any longer, Sterling forced his eyes open, pushing himself up despite the weakness weighing him down.

Sterling was fighting a losing battle with the blanket wrapped snuggly around him when the door opened and a dark-haired woman in Healer's green robes walked in.

"Easy, easy," she murmured soothingly, placing a stilling hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you're feeling much better, but you still need rest to recover fully."

Despite her size and delicate appearance, the woman was deceptively strong. Or, perhaps, Sterling was weaker than he'd like to admit.

Sterling ceased struggling and put all his remaining strength into demanding answers.

"What's going on? Where's Myra? How long have I been here?" He stopped suddenly to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I?"

The Healer smiled with exasperation and, for a moment, she looked so familiar, Sterling struggled to remember her name.

But he didn't remember ever meeting her before.

"Let's start with the last question first," she suggested, interrupting Sterling's contemplation. "You are in the home village of the Mountain Clan. My name is Helena. I'm the Clan Healer. You've been here about a week."

While she spoke, she fluffed one of pillows that had fallen to the floor in his struggle with the blankets and tucked it behind him.

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