The Goddess. The memories came flooding back, the golden light, the voice speaking through me, the ancient knowledge that had poured into my mind like molten metal. I groaned and pressed my palms against my temples, trying to ease the throbbing.
"Where am I?" I managed to croak out, my throat feeling raw and scratchy.
"My room," Kyle admitted, and I could hear the hesitation in his voice. "Dad thought you'd be safer here than at your grandmother's house, in case Silverclaw tries anything else."
I forced my eyes open, taking in the masculine décor, dark wood furniture, navy blue walls, and shelves lined with books about pack history and werewolf lore. It was surprisingly neat for a college-aged guy's room, though I supposed being an Alpha heir came with certain expectations.
"How long w
