Layleen
I struggle to open my eyes; my head feels unbearably heavy, as if filled with lead. I'm not sure when exactly I passed out or drifted into sleep, but the last thing I remember was...
Alpha Ragnar!
I jolt upright, my eyes snapping wide open. But they widen even further as I take in my surroundings.
Where the hell am I?
The room is spacious yet shrouded in darkness, with heavy, dark green drapes drawn tightly over the windows, allowing only the faintest sliver of light to seep through. My legs feel weak and unsteady, as though I'm a newborn fawn learning to walk for the first time, but I force myself off the bed and stumble toward the nearest window.
With trembling fingers, I grasp the thick curtain and yank it aside, only to be instantly blinded by the harsh brilliance outside.
Goodness!
