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Serayah Morgan. When I open my eyes, I expect my head to be pounding. I expect the world to blur and swirl. I expect my body to feel like it’s been hit by a truck. Instead, everything is... normal. No, better than normal. I can see my surroundings clearly, in sharp focus too. I twist and turn—no stiffness, no pain. It’s like yesterday never happened. Sera is wide awake, bouncing with energy, as if she’s been waiting for me to wake up and join the party. Was it all just a bad dream? Was I not caught in the rain, shivering and stumbling like a pathetic mess? Did I not see that black wolf with red eyes stalking me through the forest? Did Roar not come to save me, riding a horse in the storm like a prince charming. He was less of a beast and more of a prince. I sit up, and it’s... easy. No