Zee’s story about my family wouldn’t let me rest that night. How could I sleep knowing I had been unconscious for six whole months? Six months of my life, gone. No dreams. No memories. Just emptiness. I lay there on the cot, staring into the dim ceiling of the cave as questions crowded my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw shadows, faces I couldn’t recognize, voices I couldn’t place. It felt like parts of me had been stolen.
I could hear Master Zee moving in the other section of the cave. The faint sound of water dripping, herbs rustling, and his quiet hum made me picture him in a small chamber surrounded by bottles and scrolls.
“Master Zee!” I called, my voice echoing softly through the stone walls.
“Yes, Alpha Nyra?” his voice answered, deep and calm, as he appeared from the sh
