When I next opened my eyes, I found myself in a room steeped in warm, golden hues. The air was rich with the earthy scent of aged wood, a hint of wild herbs, and a distinct, musky werewolf aroma that was both comforting and unfamiliar.
Nill was seated by the bedside, his hand firmly yet tenderly clasping mine.
His touch was a reassuring presence, as if he were determined to anchor me in this new, strange place.
His werewolf ears twitched slightly at the sound of my awakening, and his intense, soul - piercing eyes locked onto mine.
Sensing no threat, I summoned the courage to speak, my voice a faint, hesitant whisper. "Who are you, and where am I?"
Nill's eyes widened in surprise, a flash of pain briefly crossing his features.
"I'm Nill, Selina. You're safe in my home,"
"From now on,
