Danielle's POV
The dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. I stirred in the bed, my eyes fluttering open to the unfamiliar surroundings. The memories of recent events flooded my consciousness, a jumble of supernatural twists and turns. As I attempted to sit up, a wave of weakness washed over me, leaving me breathless and disoriented.
"Easy there," a familiar voice said, and I turned to find Tyler sitting beside the bed, his expression a mix of relief and concern. His presence brought a sense of familiarity and comfort, like the return of a missing piece in the puzzle of my fragmented memories.
"Tyler?" My voice was barely a whisper, the effort to speak leaving me drained. I cleared my throat, trying to find the strength to form coherent words. "
