Raven POV
My head is killing me, like my skull has been cracked open several times. I taste stale breath on my tongue and, with a few dusty clicks of it, I wake up. I am in the guest room of the packhouse. Why? I feel confused. Why am I here?
As I stir, I feel a warm, calming presence. My eyes slowly adjust, and a deep forest green welcomes me. My heart rate picks up and skips a beat. I start to try and get up but feel a comforting weight on my hand. Aiden is sitting beside the bed, his eyes filled with concern. He is caressing my hair and softly muttering, “Shhh, it’s okay.”
The room is luxurious, with rich wooden furniture, soft lighting, and elegant decor. The bed I’m lying in is massive and comfortable, covered with plush blankets. Heavy drapes frame a large window that overlooks th
