When I finally roused from the depths of unconsciousness, I found myself ensconced in a bed, the soft sheets doing little to soothe my aching body.
Ava, my loyal handmaid, hovered over me, her eyes swollen and red from weeping. "Luna, praise the moon goddess, you're awake at last!"
she cried, relief flooding her voice.
"Alpha Daniel was quick - witted. That porcelain shard could have ended your life." I stared blankly at my bandaged chest, my mind struggling to grasp the events that had led me here.
Even my legs, now freshly dressed with salves, ached with a dull throb.
In a haze, I saw Alpha Daniel enter the room.
"You were burning with fever and still insisted on toiling away at those clothes. There was no need to push yourself so hard," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically
