Book 2: Chapter 17

Willow POV

Rolling my head to the side, I close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep, but it is hard with Osiris sitting this close to me. I can feel his eyes boring into my skin as he takes in my naked back.

"Are you just going to sit there and stare at me, or are you going to get some sleep?" I ask, hoping that it will force him away from me.

"Your back needs medical attention," he tells me.

"It has seen worse," I mumble into the pillow. "It will heal."

I feel his fingertips graze along the scars that line my back. The wounds from the many battles that the Lycan King sent me into. I didn't always come out on top. Not when I first started training. My father's training sessions were brutal; I left many battered and bruised. But my father's training was nothing compared to Uncle Faris's. My uncle would train me until I could no longer stand and then force me to train more.

I cannot count the number of days I had to hide the marks left by Faris's warriors on my