**Phoebe's POV**
A strange ache between my thighs pulled me from sleep. The soreness down there felt unfamiliar, though I couldn't piece together what had happened. Instinctively, I pressed closer to the warmth beside me—Perry.
Something felt off, though.
The sheets weren't right, and the bed's position seemed wrong.
My eyes fluttered open, taking in my surroundings. This wasn't my palace bedroom. White dominated this unfamiliar space.
Sunlight streamed through the window, striking the table beneath it. Dust particles danced in the golden rays, creating an almost magical scene.
For a heartbeat, I lost myself in the beauty, until reality crashed back.
This had to be the Blood Moon pack house. We'd been traveling here yesterday.
But I couldn't recall how I'd gotten from the car to this bed.
I tilted my head up, studying Perry as he slept. His lips rested against my hair, arms wrapped protectively around me.
