NOAH'S POV
My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. A slow, sinking feeling spread through my chest as I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings. The air smelled different, a mixture of mint and snow, something subtly cold. Not my room. Not anywhere I recognized.
My heart picked up speed as I slowly sat up, scanning the dimly lit room.
My stomach twisted as flashes of last night returned. The growl. The footprints. Then the beast.
My breath hitched. I had seen it. Its massive form, those glowing, hungry eyes, like it wanted to devour me. I remembered the moment it attacked, the pain before I blacked out.
But how am I alive?
Instinctively, I touched my arms, my stomach, my legs, searching for wounds, for pain, for anything. But there was nothing. No scratches, no bruises
