My eyes snapped open to unfamiliar ceilings—high, sweeping, carved with intricate patterns I had never seen before. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My lungs seized, panic clawing up my throat as I jolted upright.
Where… where was I?
The surface beneath me was soft—too soft. Silky sheets pooled around my waist, cool against my overheated skin. The mattress was far more comfortable than anything I had ever slept on, nothing like the creaky bed back at my old packhouse.
My heart pounded as I pushed myself up, my hands trembling. I scanned the room quickly, my wolf stirring sluggishly inside me, confused.
Tall windows draped with velvet curtains.
Marble floors polished enough to see my reflection.
A chandelier glimmering like frozen stars above my head.
Large ornate doors, carved with
