Mira's POV,
Three weeks later,
“Ahh…” My eyes fluttered open as a groan slipped from my lips, a jolting pain tugging me from the darkness. My heart kicked against my ribs frantically as I discovered myself lying in a strange bed, the room scented with herbs and damp stone.
“Where am I?” Fear coiled tight in my chest, my breath hitching as I slowly tried to get up from the bed. Rubbing my throbbing head a bit, I managed to glance around the room and saw it was packed with different roots and herbs sealed in glass jars on the shelves around the walls.
A tattered curtain over a single window was dangling in the soft breeze and my eyes finally landed on the bedside table cluttered with vials and bandages. This wasn’t anything familiar from the Shadowmoon Pack’s den. This wasn’t anywhere I
