Henrietta woke up, feeling a soft mattress on her back. And the air didn't smell damp and cold. In fact, it was too clean while feeling her surroundings.
The scent of smoke, blood, and terror that had drowned her senses before was gone and was replaced by linen, herbs, and something unmistakably wolf.
Her eyes flew open and were met by an unfamiliar ceiling looking overhead, which was carved in dark wood and lit by the faint glow from the furnace across the room.
Panic surged through her chest before her breath could even catch up. Her body reacted before her mind did.
'Where am I?' she asked, gripping the sheets.
Henrietta twisted violently, muscles screaming as she surged upright on the bed, heart slamming against her ribs.
She tried to remember the events before she was here and
