A freezing, wet, and hard surface is underneath me. This isn’t like the soft mattress I slept on a couple of hours ago. I want to continue sleeping for a little while, but it’s unbearable. I try to shift, hoping I will get comfortable, but it doesn’t work. Small, hard things press into my skin, increasing my discomfort.
Giving up, I reluctantly open my eyes. Is a little bit more of sleep too much to ask for?
The moment my eyes are open, I jolt upward. This isn’t my f*****g bedroom? Where the hell am I?
I scan the area in confusion. The sight of trees shrouded in fog greets me. It’s early in the morning. Maybe around six in the morning, but I couldn’t be sure.
I know that I am still in pack lands because I can sense the patrolling team. I just don’t know which part of the forest I am in
