Roseanne jolted awake, her breath shallow and her chest tight as though she'd been running for miles. She wasn't fully awake yet, her thoughts foggy and scattered. The darkness around her seemed suffocating, and for a moment, she was disoriented, not sure where she was. The image of her father's cold eyes and Iris's hateful sneer haunted her, mixing with the fear of being sent back to the Red Moon Pack.
Her hand clenched the blanket, trembling slightly. Slowly, her surroundings came into focus. She was in her room at the Blood Stone Pack, not back at the Red Moon Pack. But that didn't soothe her entirely. The dream had felt too real, too close, and her mind was still plagued by the thought that her nightmare could become reality.
As she exhaled a shaky breath, a low sound caught her attention, making her freeze. She turned her head and was startled to see Davian sitting by the window, his tall figure was cloaked in darkness, yet he was hard to miss.
