CHAPTER TEN

CHLOE’S POV

I woke up to find out that I didn't wake up in the same woods I slept in, despite spending the night outside in the cold weather. At first, the disorientation was so overwhelming that I questioned if I was still dreaming. The transition from the biting chill of the night to the mysterious warmth enveloping me left me in a state of confusion.

I tried to wash away the remnants of sleep. I squinted through the dimly lit room. The air was thick with the fragrance of burning incense, a scent that danced around me and seemed to carry a hint of ancient magic. I noticed I was no longer on the hard ground but on a soft mat laid out in a corner of a dark hut. Wooden walls surrounded me, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to tell stories of times long past.

As I pushed myself up, the mat seemed to protest, whispering tales of dreams woven into its fibers. I looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The hut was small but cozy, and the soft glow of the incense burn