Chapter 25

• Alina's POV
• Since the day Dominic slammed the door and left, I hadn’t seen him again. Days passed in dull routine, changing bandages, eating, sleeping.
• The ointment was strong, bitter with herbs, but cool and soothing against my wounds. My body healed at a shocking speed, the way a werewolf’s should. New skin grew pink and fragile, yet it closed. Only the mark on my neck lingered, like a wound that refused to scab, a constant reminder of shame.