Morning light touched my face, and my eyes opened slowly. My wolf sensed the weakness in my body. It seemed as though we were both stuck in the same excruciating agony. Maya was soundly asleep at the edge of the bed, her hair cascading over her face, when I looked over. She appeared worn out.

I took a look around. The dust, the smell of herbs, the walls, the old wooden table.

It felt different but also familiar.

The secret chamber.

The room that only Maya, Michael, and I knew ...