Lily
The first thing I registered was the smell. It wasn’t the sweet pine of the forest or the cloying perfume of the Lunas. It was a sharp, acidic burn that crawled up my nostrils and scorched the back of my throat.
I groaned, my head lolling to the side as I tried to blink away the heavy fog in my brain. My vision was a blurred mess of grey and silver, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through a high, narrow window. My skin felt like it was being pricked by a thousand hot needles.
As the world slowly stopped spinning, the reality of my surroundings settled in. I wasn't in the pack house. I was surrounded by heavy wooden crates and stacked burlap sacks that smelled of rot and chemicals. Once my vision adjusted a bit, I stared around and froze.
The f**k…this was not Ro
