When morning came, the light creeping through the curtains was soft, pale, and cold. It brushed against my eyelids until I stirred. My body felt heavy, as if sleep had done nothing to ease the ache buried deep inside me.
For a few seconds, I didn’t remember where I was then the memories returned like a blow to the chest. The Alpha. His words. His eyes. The luna of RedMoon pack.
And the grave.
I sat up sharply, my heart thudding as if he were still standing over me. The silence that followed was deafening.
My skin felt clammy beneath the oversized coat I still wore. The sheets clung to me in places, damp with sweat. The air was cold, but my body was hot and restless. I brushed my hair back from my forehead and realized how sticky it felt against my neck.
A groan escaped my lips. “Great
