Serena
I woke up warm. Not cold, not hungry, not panicked.
Warm.
For a moment, I didn’t move. I just let the feeling wrap around me like the soft blanket Xavier had tossed at me last night.
The air smelled clean—nothing like the musty rooms or damp forest I’d slept in for the past few weeks. No mold, no sweat, no blood.
Just peace.
Then I opened my eyes.
The room was still. Quiet. Soft white light came from thin strips in the ceiling. A curved screen rested against the far wall, showing a slow scan of the nearby perimeter.
I could see tiny moving red dots—some kind of patrol?
This place… it wasn’t a pack like I imagined.
No cottages with flowers outside. No shirtless warriors sitting around campfires. No kids laughing in the distance.
Just sleek floors, walls made of smooth m
