The chirping of the birds outside woke Selena up the next morning. She stirred beneath the covers, her brow faintly furrowed, as if the remnants of a dream clung stubbornly to her mind.
Something felt wrong.
Not pain. Not quite illness either. Just a strange heaviness in her body, as though sleep had not restored her the way it usually did.
Her eyes opened slowly.
For a moment she remained still, staring at the ceiling while she tried to understand the uneasy feeling lingering in her chest.
Her wolf shifted restlessly beneath her skin.
Unsettled.
Selena pushed herself upright, pressing a hand briefly to her temple as a faint wave of dizziness passed through her.
A dull weakness lingered in her limbs, and when she shifted slightly in bed, a strange unease rolled through her chest.
"Perhaps I simply did not rest well," she murmured to herself.
It was not entirely convincing.
