The Unwilling Queen

Consciousness returned to the sight of vaulted, unfamiliar timber overhead, the air heavy with an untamed, earthy musk.

It wasn't the crisp, regimented pine of the Obsidian Roar pack she had known all her life. The sterile hospital walls, the searing ache in her muscles, and the brutal weight of Malachi’s teeth tearing into her neck flooded her mind in a violent rush.

Her fingers drifted upward