The soft melody of a piano drifted through the pack house, tugging me out of the deep, dark fog of sleep. It was more than just music—it felt like a lifeline, pulling me from the abyss and guiding me back to the world of the living. I stirred, my senses slowly awakening, and for a moment, I was sure it was Morana. The sweet, haunting tune wrapped around me, so familiar and perfect, like the mate bond still pulsed within me.
My eyes fluttered open, and a rush of energy surged through my veins, more vital than ever. It was like I had been reborn as if the illness that had kept me bedridden had vanished without a trace. My heart quickened, not just from the newfound strength but from the anticipation of what—or who—awaited me.
It was early, the sky barely lit with the soft hues of dawn, and
