Liya's POV
The scent of herbs roused me out of my deep slumber. My eyelids fluttered open, my head throbbing slightly as I tried to adjust my eyes to the light. I was laying on a makeshift bed, in what seemed to be a camp.
“Ahh…” I groaned as I lifted my head off the pillow and glanced around the room. Suddenly, the memories of everything that had happened in the last few hours came rushing back. I had escaped from the pack! My eyes darted round the room in search of my mother.
“Mother!” I yelled out, climbing out of the bed despite the throbbing in my legs. The flap covering the tent was immediately drawn open and I saw my mother hurry in, followed closely by the tall figure of a guy I would recognize anywhere.
“Connor..” his name escaped my lips. It seemed like years since I last saw
