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ELEANOR

For the first time in forever, when I woke up, the world wasn’t spinning.

In fact, it was silent, too silent, and too warm to be on the forest floor.

The roof above me was new, with smooth black wood beams, and sunlight seeping between the curtains in narrow strips.

My fingers were clenched in a blanket that was soft, not tattered like my normal one, and scented lightly with something herbal and fresh.

The last thing I remembered—

I took a breath as it hit me like a punch.

Baron's smirk. The laughter of the pack. The wolves.

The metallic taste of blood in my mouth, as I ran for my life.

And then, I remembered the golden-brown eyes that paralyzed me before everything went black.

I sat up too fast, my heart racing, and froze.

I was in a bed — not my pallet on the dirty floor, not even a pack-house cot.

A bed, neatly drawn-up sheets, and I was wearing… something else.

It was a gray, loose cotton shirt and matching soft trousers, too.

My skin was clean, and there was no dried bloo
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