The Next Day
A cold front descended over the Red Moon Pack, shrouding the entire city in an unexpected chill. The once-clear skies had darkened, heavy clouds blocking the sunlight, and people grumbled at the sudden drop in temperature. It was as though the city itself had been consumed by a heavy, unrelenting shadow.
Regina was jolted awake by the incessant ringing of a phone. The sound felt like sharp, jagged waves crashing against her skull, piercing her mind with its relentless pressure. Her head was thick with a fog she couldn't shake off. She groaned, her eyes struggling to open as she squinted against the harsh light of the room.
What she saw first was the familiar white and purple decor—a place she had come to know all too well over the past few weeks. The sterile calmness of it only added to the disorienting feeling that gripped her.
