SELENE
A choking scent of herbal medicine dragged me back to consciousness.
Warmth cradled me. Light spilled through a small window, soft and golden, as I blinked against the glow. The place smelled of wildflowers, smoke, and something old. I pushed myself up slowly, wincing.
I was inside a modest cottage, rustic and steeped in tradition. Animal skins draped the walls, alongside weathered totems and delicate carvings of wolves.
My wrist, which I remembered being badly injured, was completely healed. Not a single bruise or mark. What was more surprising...
I felt normal. No heaviness.
I was dressed in a traditional saree, patterned with celestial symbols, fitting me so perfectly it felt as if it had been tailored by fate. On the floor near the door were a pair of woven sandals, wai
