(PS: First ever Werewolf book on WN Desert Wolf: La Loba. Add to library!!)
When Parish finally woke up, his head was throbbing in pain, veins already popped on his forehead. He gently lifted his hand to touch his head when he noticed he was still on the dusty ground. For how long had he been there? He coughed lightly pushing himself on the ground when he noticed Lily seated on the far end.
She was seated crosslegged, with her eyes closed tightly. Was she meditating? He groaned softly, his tired limbs cracking when he stretched. And it all dawned on him! Lily had beaten him to pulp! His eyes rested on the fighting stick on the ground, a range like no other taking the better part of him.
