The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter

Griffin~

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the scorching heat of the void or the cold silence of the woods where I’d passed out, but real warmth—soft blankets, a plush mattress, the scent of lemon soap and fresh linen. I blinked groggily, eyes squinting against the golden afternoon light spilling through the half-drawn curtains.

I was back in Zane’s house.

I knew this room. The guest room tucked on the second floor. My heart pounded as I sat up slowly, my joints cracking with the effort. No pain. No weakness. In fact... I felt good. Stronger. Rested. The burn that had consumed my limbs in the void was gone, replaced by a strange calm.

I pushed back the covers, glancing down.

Clean clothes. Black joggers and a white shirt—neatly fitted and nothing like what I’d been wearing before. My brows furrowed as I remembered: my jeans. The crystal.

I sat up fast, the sheets rustling around me.

I’d tucked the stone—the glowing green one Shadow had handed me—into the back pocket of my jeans. That much I remembered clearly. But now I was in different clothes.

Which meant someone had changed me.

My heart skipped.

Wait.