I wake with a scream and my hand flies to my neck, touching it and feeling it for punctures.
The skin is unmarred.
I pant, gripping the sheets so hard, I hear the rip in the fabric. My breaths are hard and fast and it doesn't matter how much air I try to breathe in, I just can't get enough.
Hands are suddenly in my hair; on my back. My face is pressed against s broad chest but I do not recognize the scent. Not in this state at least.
It takes a while before my breathing slows and I become aware of my surroundings.
I blink, vision clearing and I look around the vast room. Not the infirmary. It is nearly as big as my room back in Wolvedom, but this has less colour and decor.
I let out a shuddering sigh and the arms around me loosen and pushes me back gently, enough for me to see that
