Selena's POV
The first thing I felt was cold.
It crept under my skin like icy fingers, stiffening my limbs, wrapping around my lungs. I opened my eyes slowly. My body was weak, heavy like stone. Every breath hurt. Every blink sent a throb through my head. But I was alive. That meant my plan hadn’t gone completely wrong.
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Wooden beams, old and cracked. Not the luxurious ceiling of my father’s home or the healer’s hut in the center of the pack grounds. This was a side room, one of the less important healing chambers. Hidden, quiet, empty.
I moved slightly and regretted it. My side ached, and my mouth tasted of metal and dirt. Poison, I realized. The bellroot worked faster than expected.
I had used only a small dose. Just enough to scare them. Just eno
