Caleb
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the softness beneath me.
It wasn’t like the stiff cots we had back in Moonlight Pack’s infirmary.
No, this was different.
It was luxurious, smooth, and comforting in a way my body had almost forgotten was possible.
I stirred slightly, my muscles sore and heavy, but I could feel the smooth sheets tucked beneath me, soft and crisp. The scent in the air was unfamiliar, soothing, and herbal blended. It was laced with something floral, perhaps lavender or wild chamomile.
It mingled with the faintest trace of wolf musk, clean linen, and antiseptic.
My eyes fluttered open slowly.
I blinked against the soft light pouring in through tall, draped windows.
Sunlight filtered in through sheer curtains of silk, giving the room a warm
