Zylia’s POV
Everything felt heavy.
The air.
The silence.
Even my heartbeat.
The last thing I remembered was the forest spinning, the light under my skin burning until I couldn’t breathe.
Now, when my eyes opened, the world felt… wrong.
The ceiling above me wasn’t made of cloth anymore, it was wood, cracked and uneven. The scent of herbs filled the air.
I shifted slightly, wincing as pain licked up my arms.
“Easy,” a familiar voice said.
Mason.
He was sitting beside me, head bowed, fingers locked together like he’d been praying.
His eyes lifted when I stirred, relief flashing across them before he hid it behind that calm face of his.
“She’s awake,” he called softly.
Raven appeared in the doorway, her hair a tangled mess, dirt streaked across her face.
She looked like she hadn
