Chapter 15 – The Weight of the Moon
Elena woke to silence.
For a moment, she thought she was back in her tiny apartment in the city, before Moonshadow Ridge, before wolves and blood and prophecies. But then the sharp ache in her body reminded her otherwise. Her ribs screamed when she shifted on the bed, her throat raw as if she’d been screaming for hours.
And maybe she had.
When her eyes blinked open, she saw the carved wooden ceiling of the Blackwood estate above her. Sunlight filtered faintly through the curtains, soft but hazy, as though the house itself was exhausted after the battle.
She tried to sit up, but a firm hand pressed her gently back down.
“Don’t.”
Damien’s voice. Low. Steady.
Her gaze slid to the chair beside the bed. He was there, slouched back in it, his body wrap
