Adele woke up with a start. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately tried to sit up.
A sharp ache travelled through her shoulder. She winced, dropping back against the pillows.
"Careful."
Adele turned her head.
A young woman in healer's robes sat beside her bed. Another younger figure stood a short distance away, watching her.
Adele blinked. The second woman was visibly a witch. She has no wolf aura around her.
She stared at her.
For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
Adele looked around the room, taking in the familiar curtains, the furniture and the large windows.
She knew this room. She was in the castle.
Her brows drew together.
How?
She had been in the cage. She remembered the cage, the snow, the cold. She remembered trying to move her fingers and being unable to.
Then nothing.
Had she died?
Her gaze returned to the witch. The woman was still watching her with an intensity Adele found rather uncomfortable.
She blinked again.
