Naomi’s POV
I woke up to silence. The atmosphere was warm, soft and silent.
I tried to open my eyes, blinking repeatedly. The lights from the bulbs and from the room was so bright I had to blink to adjust to the light. As soon as I adjust to the light and my vision slowly came to focus, it met with the white ceiling and the soft rustling sound of the curtains. I couldn't move for a long moment since I woke up. I just lay there. I wasn’t sure I could even move. I wasn't even sure where I was. For the first time in a long while I didn't hear any howling of wolves, any screaming and claws tearing at something, or cries of people or the smoke of fire. I couldn’t even feel pain—
Oh s**t. I did feel a little throbbing pain in my head.
Wasn’t I dead? Do dead people feel pain? f**k. Death m
