Aitana's POV
My head was spinning; whatever he had drugged me with was strong. Haniel was trying to take the drug out of my system, but we had to be careful not to use too much of my power.
"You are waking up?" A warm voice cut through the fog in my mind, gentle and familiar in a way that made my chest ache.
I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light. The room was small, stone walls lined with flickering torches that cast dancing shadows. The scent of herbs and earth filled the air—mint, sage, and something distinctly wolfish.
And then I saw him.
Elder Mathias sat beside the low cot where I lay, his dark eyes filled with quiet concern. He held a clay cup in his weathered hands, steam curling from its surface.
"You gave us quite the scare, Aitana," offering the cup. "Drin
