"Mm…" Raven groaned softly in her sleep as her lashes fluttered, parting just enough to let in the quiet darkness of her room.
The shadows wrapped around her like a familiar blanket, and she silently thanked the fact that her curtains always kept the world dim.
A thin streak of morning light slipped through the small gap in the drapes, just enough for her to notice a silhouette—someone sitting in the corner, unmoving, watching her with a heavy presence she recognized instantly.
Raven blinked away the haze, pushed herself upright on trembling arms, and whispered, "Adrian? W-What happened to that man? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Her voice cracked, weighted with the last memory burned into her mind—the moment she saw Adrian's back moving farther away from her as he confronted the anomaly, the one threatening to wipe out their only source of food. She remembered fear…then nothing.
