Elena’s POV:
I blinked once. Then twice.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light above me. I was lying on a bed—soft, unfamiliar, and definitely not mine. For a second, I dared to hope it was all a dream, that I was back in my room at the pack house. But nothing about this place felt familiar.
This wasn’t home.
I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain throbbed behind my eyes. My head was pounding, like I’d been running for hours… then I remembered. The chase. The fear. That intoxicating scent in the woods.
My heart skipped.
I looked down and froze. My clothes had been changed—clean, soft fabric against my skin. Someone had changed me.
I slipped out of bed and padded across the room on tiptoe. The house was eerily quiet, and as I glanced around, my breath caught. The house was not
