Mia
When I opened my eyes, the world wasn’t the same.
It took me a moment to understand that the warmth flooding my body wasn’t the morning sun filtering through the curtains… it was me. My skin hummed softly, like the first rays of dawn had been sewn beneath it.
For a heartbeat, I just lay there, listening.
There was silence, but not the kind I used to know, not the heavy, suffocating kind that lived in the Crimson Pack’s cold corridors. This silence was alive. I could hear the faint crackle of embers in the fireplace, the gentle rustle of curtains in the breeze, even the distant rhythm of hooves from somewhere down the mountain road.
Every sound was sharp, layered, real.
I sat up slowly, the sheets falling around me like liquid silver. My body didn’t ache, though it should have. Af
