My eyes flutter open. The sweet, earthy scent of incense wafts through the air. Chimes softly ring out in the quiet room. The ceiling above me is covered by a large beautiful tapestry of the night sky, phases of the moon wrapped around the middle in a circle. I take in the room around me, trying to gather my bearings. There’s a large brown couch in one corner of the room, a TV propped up on a table in front of it. A wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, one door slightly ajar, and a large fluffy black rug in the center of the room.
Wait.
That’s not a rug.
It slowly rises and falls. Breathing. I gasp. The beast stirs, raising its head and yawns, tired eyes landing on me. My heartbeat calms down as I recognize those deep sapphire eyes. Shepard lets out a lit
