Emma's POV
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the ceiling—ornate, gilded, and unmistakably mine. The faint scent of sandalwood mixed with something sharper, metallic almost, lingered in the room. My room. I was in my room, lying on my bed, the silk sheets tangled around me.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. That unbearable pain in my chest—the one that had been tearing me apart for days—was gone. Completely. I pressed a hand to my chest, expecting to feel something, but there was nothing. No ache. No sharp stabs. Just... nothing.
“What happened?” Black, my wolf, growled in my mind, his voice uneasy. “The pain—it’s gone.”
I frowned, my fingers trailing over my chest as if I could find some trace of the agony that had ruled my body. But there was
