Lyla felt she just returned from the land of the unknown,her vision clearing as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked up at the ceiling,her body felt sluggish and sore as if she had just ran a marathon. Her skull throbbed with a faint ache. She realized that she was in her room,the pale curtains dancing silently in the breeze.
A frown settled on her face. How did I get here?
The only thing she could remember was returning from the garden after picking berries and then… darkness.
She raised her head slowly propping her weight with her elbow. She sat up,her limbs heavy like lead. Her throat felt super dry as though she hadn't had a drop of water in ages. She was about to lift the blanket off from her when she heard a sharp voice slice through the room like the blade of a dagger.
"Oh wow… I see that the pack slut is finally awake"
Her whole body froze and it felt like her heart stopped mid beat. What was—
She whipped her head around.
