MEADOW’S POV.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the ache in my ankle.
It was not the sharp pain from when I had stepped into the trap the night before, but a deep soreness that reminded me every few seconds that my body was still recovering. For a moment, I simply stared at the ceiling above me, trying to remember where I was, because everything felt unfamiliar until the memories slowly returned.
Crescent Dawn.
Killian’s pack.
The storm.
The forest.
The trap.
I slowly turned my head toward the window, watching the grey sky outside. The storm had finally passed, leaving behind wet trees, dark clouds, and the quiet heaviness that always came after a night of chaos.
It should have felt peaceful.
Instead, I felt restless.
I carefully shifted my injured leg, immediate
