Felicia
I woke up slowly, my head feeling heavy like it was wrapped in thick cotton. Soft light filtered through white curtains, and the air smelled clean — like fresh pine mixed with something herbal and calming. This wasn’t the cold forest road. This wasn’t my car. Panic flared in my chest for a second before the memories rushed back: the rogues, their rough hands grabbing me, the sharp pain twisting in my stomach, and then the strangers who appeared out of nowhere.
“My baby!” I gasped, sitting up too fast. The room spun around me like I was on a merry-go-round.
Strong but gentle hands caught my shoulders right away. “Easy, Luna. You’re safe now. Lie back down before you hurt yourself.”
I blinked hard and focused on the man beside the bed. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with warm
