Lyla
I woke up feeling oddly refreshed. For the first time in a long while, I'd had a dreamless sleep- no nightmares about Nathan, no visions of the Dark One, just peaceful darkness.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Terra brewing something at the small table by the window—the familiar scent of herbs filled the room.
"You're awake?" she asked, noticing my movement.
I nodded and slipped out of bed, moving to the window. I was in Ramsey's bedroom, the Alpha suite on the top floor of the pack house. Outside, everything looked peaceful. Birds chirped in the nearby trees, pack members went about their morning routines, and there was no sign of chaos or battle. The attack from White Lake hadn't started yet.
That should be a good thing. But I had this strange feeling that something was hanging over us, looming in the darkness, waiting to strike, like a fearful premonition. I didn't know what this meant, and I never anticipated that White Lake would suddenly turn against us.
