Azura's POV
My eyes opened slowly, dragging themselves apart against a heavy, unbearable weight. Immediately, I wished they hadn't.
Pain.
It felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. I squeezed my eyes shut again, a low groan tearing itself from my throat. It felt like my brain was trying to push its way out of my forehead.
What happened?
I tried to think, to piece together the last few hours, but everything was foggy, covered in a thick, gray mist. Blurry images flashed through my mind, fast and disconnected, the council meeting, the cold stone chamber, the anger burning in my chest like a wildfire.
And then... nothing.
Just absolute, terrifying darkness.
I forced my eyes open again, blinking several times until the spinning world finally started to come into focus. The ceiling above me was wrong.
It wasn't my small, plain room in the pack house.
