Chapter 23: A Gift
(Charlotte's POV)
The soft rays of the morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the healing chamber. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with the fatigue that still lingered in every inch of my body. The wolfsbane’s effects had not left me entirely yet, and Cora, my wolf, was quiet, only faintly stirring now and then.
I turned my head slightly, feeling the faint ache in my neck. That’s when I saw it – an ornate box sitting carefully beside my pillow. It was small, perfectly crafted in silver, with intricate designs that glinted faintly under the morning light.
Curiosity and dread welled up within me as I slowly reached for it. My fingers trembled slightly, the weakness of my body making even minor movements an effort.
When I opened the box, my breath caught.
