SIERRA POV
Warm. That was the first thing I noticed. Not pain. Not fear or cold. Warmth.
For a moment I simply lay there, unwilling to open my eyes. The mattress beneath me was soft. The blanket covering me smelled faintly of lavender and pine. Safe. The realization felt strange. Unfamiliar. Almost foreign. I couldn't remember the last time I had woken up feeling safe. A soft voice drifted through the darkness. "...still sleeping.” Nila.
My heart immediately relaxed. Another voice answered. "She pushed herself too hard.” Female. Gentle. Luna Lycandra. My eyes flew open. Bright sunlight streamed through a nearby window. For several seconds I simply stared at the ceiling. White. Wooden. Familiar. Dark Moon. I was back at Dark Moon.
Memory crashed into me all at once. The battle. Gerald.
