Becky POV
When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me wasn't the forest sky; it was a white ceiling, traced with ancient runes that glowed faintly like an old manor.
My body ached all over, bandaged and wrapped in soft linen that smelled of herbs and blood.
Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was the Blood Moon, the old man's beast, and the earth trembling beneath my claws.
The smell of herbs and the ache in my body made me realize I was alive.
"Arhhh!!"
A muffled groan escaped my lips as I tried sitting up.
"If I were you, I wouldn't try that," a female voice said coldly.
Yesterday night I'd witnessed one of the greatest werewolves fight and realized my wolf was nothing in the presence of those powers.
My eyes met the cold gaze of the lady who'd just spoken.
"I've seen you before," I muttered.
This was the same girl who had harassed me on the street that day, even calling me ugly pumpkin.
