Windsor's POV
Consciousness returned slowly, bringing waves of agony with it. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. My shoulder blades burned, my thighs screamed in protest, and my arms felt completely destroyed. The metallic taste of earth coated my tongue while my skull pounded mercilessly. My lips were cracked and parched. Darkness surrounded me completely.
A low moan escaped my throat as I forced myself upright from the forest ground, my entire body rebelling against the movement. The cliff had claimed me as its victim, sending me tumbling through every obstacle nature could throw at me. Somehow, miraculously, I had survived.
My wolf genetics deserved all the credit for keeping me breathing instead of becoming forest floor decoration with a shattered skull.
