Chapter 1073 – The Cat is Awake [Part 1]
"Hurt…"
That was the first thought Runa had when consciousness crawled back into her like a drunk servant returning late with no apology.
Everything hurt.
Not the dignified kind of hurt either. Not the pain of battle wounds, spell backlash, or the noble exhaustion after burning half a battlefield into glass.
No.
This was humiliating hurt.
Small hurt.
Aching joints. Heavy head. Weak limbs. Dry throat. Strange fur prickling along skin that should not have had fur at all.
Her awareness floated in and out, thick and blurred, like someone had stuffed wool inside her skull and then spun her soul around for entertainment.
But beneath the dizziness, beneath the weakness, beneath the wrongness of this body, something remained sharp.
Anger.
Anger so old it had become part of her heartbeat.
Pain.
Betrayal.
A name she refused to think.
A face she wanted to claw from history.
