Tonya
I didn’t know how long I was out. Hours? Days?
My eyelids fluttered, and the sharp sting behind my eyes reminded me I’d cried too much. My head felt like the bones were finally being pieced together. The ache in my body was dull now. The pain did not sear as much as it did, but my body still felt heavy. But my throat still burned, and my lips were cracked.
When I opened my eyes fully, I blinked up at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. It wasn't the stone or the dark, damp dungeon. This was canvas, stitched and swaying gently by a soft, cool breeze. Was I in a tent?
Someone shifted beside me. I turned my head slowly toward it and met with those pools of warm honey. My heart nearly exploded in my chest. “Alpha Ezra?”
He sat beside my makeshift bed on a chair. His face was shadowed by
