Zephyr's eyes fluttered open, fastening on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He turned away from the dazzling sunlight that streamed in through the large glass window by his left.
A mist clouded his sight but he saw enough to realise that he wasn't at his house or in the woods. But when was he?
Curiosity piqued in his senses, fingers curling at his sides.
He pulled his weight off the bed, sitting upright. His head was banging.
His mind stirred back to last night. The rain dripped down his face. His loud growl at the moonlight at the feeling of every bone in his body breaking.
His skin crawled, his mind racing. What happened afterwards?
The questions poked at his thoughts, gaze dropping to his hands. He was still alive, so does that mean he made it through the process? Does t
