It was a relief to wake up without any body pains, but I found my movements restricted and the scent of unfamiliar herbs overwhelming my senses.
While I was familiar with some herbs for survival, these seemed different and more potent than any I had encountered before. Why was I seeing images of the Crimson Moon pack?
How did I end up back there? The memory of the brazen bull filled me with dread, as the thought of facing it again was unbearable.
The idea of a slow, painful death from burns was not something I was prepared to face again.
A soothing voice interrupted my thoughts, urging me to wake up and share my fears. "Wake up dear, tell me what scares you."
As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange wooden environment, attended to by a middle-aged woman who exuded a sense of calm. "Where am I?" I asked anxiously, adding, "please don't harm me."
Could this be the healing house of the Crimson Moon tribe? I recalled glimpses of Alpha Zach before losing consciousness.
