Lyra's POV
Morning light stabbed through my eyelids, sharp and relentless. I squeezed them shut tighter before finally giving up and turning away from the window.
Movement in the corner caught my attention.
My body jerked upright instinctively. The blankets slipped down to my waist and I snatched them back up, clutching the fabric against my bare skin.
A woman stood by the wooden dresser, dressed in plain gray clothes with her dark hair woven into a practical braid. When she noticed I was awake, her eyes went wide and she immediately bent into a formal bow.
"Forgive me for startling you, Luna. I meant no disrespect."
My pulse thundered in my ears. I pressed a palm to my chest and forced myself to breathe slowly. "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be here."
She straightened but kept her gaze respectfully lowered. "Alpha Kaelen gave me specific orders not to wake you. He wanted you to rest properly."
