CYRILLA'S POV
I woke up feeling unexpectedly refreshed, despite my circumstances. I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep. Although I had spent much of my time in the hospital resting, I had never truly felt at ease.
Maybe it was because I kept reliving that night in the woods. The beast’s menacing eyes, the glistening saliva dripping from its fangs, its claws poised to tear into me. It all played over and over in my dreams. No matter how desperately I tried to run, my body refused to move, trapping me in a nightmare where I was always the hunted. Each time I jolted awake, I was left breathless, my body drained as if I had truly been running for my life.
But this time, I had a dreamless sleep. I felt warm and fuzzy, perhaps because the room had a cozy, homey feel. The warm light, black
