Briar
I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, their cheerful melody a stark contrast to the heaviness in my chest. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, painting golden stripes across my bed. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend I was back in my old room at the Moonfire Pack, that the events of the past weeks had been nothing but a bad dream.
But the unfamiliar silk sheets beneath me and the lingering scent of Eric's cologne on my skin shattered that illusion. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. "What have I gotten myself into?"
As if summoned by my thoughts, a soft knock sounded at the door. "Briar? Are you awake?" Mia's voice called out, muffled by the heavy wood.
"Unfortunately," I grumbled, sitting up and running a hand through my tangled h
