The Quinn’s Mansion
Naya groaned deeply as she stirred, her entire body aching. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her vision blurry and her mind foggy. The room came into focus, and she realized she was back in her bedroom. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as she took in her surroundings. The soft, familiar furnishings of her room seemed so out of place after the chaos of the night.
Her gaze fell on a figure seated in a chair near the window. It was her mother, her posture rigid, her expression grim as she stared at Naya with an intensity that made Naya’s stomach twist.
Naya tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through her body, causing her to wince. Her eyes darted to her arms and legs, noticing bruises and scratches, remnants of the battle her wolf had fought with Lucian’s. Confusion
