When I woke up, Harlan was gone. The sun now shined in the spot on the bed where he used to be, as if highlighting his absence.
And I felt his absence. Yesterday, when I turned, and found myself surrounded by enemies. If it hadn't been for the grey wolf that saved me, I would have died. I didn't remember much, but I remembered that.
If I hadn't turned the moment I did...
I sat up and looked at my hands, realizing I must have turned back because the moon disappeared. It was a strange, terrifying, and exhausting night. In a way, the sunlight brought with it a new beginning. I was feeling poetic that day.
I looked around and stood up. The wounds that had been provoked last night were still healing, but I was healthy enough to roam the curious room I was in. It was bigger than mine, and it had herbs and glass jars of all kinds hanging about. It looked like a witch's potion room.
