Lorraine's POV
It felt like a dream. No.... it felt worse than a dream.
Dreams, at least, faded.
This wouldn't.
I blinked once. Twice. Then again.
The stump was still there.
A wave of nausea rolled through me. My stomach tightened, rising like bile in my throat. I turned my face away, trying not to look. But I couldn't help it. My eyes kept going back, like my body didn't believe it yet. As though one more glance would show it wasn't real.
But it was real.
Where my arm should have been, smooth, pink skin had healed over. No raw tissue. No bleeding. My wolf had done its job. It had sealed the wound.
It had saved my life.
But it hadn't brought back my arm.
"No... No no no no no" The words fell out of my mouth in choked, trembling gasps.
This wasn't real.
I felt the panic creep up my spine like a thousand icy spiders. My chest tightened, my breath came in rapid bursts, and the walls, goddess, the walls, they felt like they were pressing in on me, too close, too tight.
