Consciousness returned in jagged shards.
The first thing I registered was the pain—a dull, rhythmic thumping behind my eyes that felt like a hangover from hell. I groaned, blindly reaching out to pull a pillow over my face to block out the world.
The fabric smelled of mint, pine, and rain.
Liam.
My eyes snapped open, only to squeeze shut immediately as a fresh wave of agony rolled through my skull. The memories of the previous night—the argument, the transformation, the black wolf, the explosion of energy—crashed into me, freezing the blood in my veins.
"Luna?"
The voice was soft, laced with a terrifying amount of worry.
I peeled the pillow away and blinked my eyes open. Liam was standing beside the bed, still wearing the shredded remains of his black t-shirt and jeans. Mum and Dad
