POV: Zero (Mia)
I woke up to silence, sharp and unnatural. No hospital beeps, no whispered voices, not even the distant buzz of fluorescent lights. Just cold stillness and the steady throb of pain behind my right eye.
My eyes flicked open.
The room wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t hostile. Cream walls. A large window spilling moonlight across the floor. A tray of untouched food. Clean clothes folded on a chair.
It wasn’t a hospital. Not exactly.
Something about the scent, sterile, but laced with wild musk and pine, told me this was a place run by wolves.
I didn’t remember who I was. Not truly. But my instincts? Those were intact.
And they were screaming at me to run.
I pushed off the soft bedding, wincing as a thousand tiny aches surged through my limbs. My body felt like it had been
