Aria Snow pov:
The smell of bacon woke me up.
For a second, I panicked. I expected the antiseptic sting of the hospital, or the ethereal scent of wildflowers from Selene’s realm. But then, the smell of frying grease and brewing coffee hit my nose, and my muscles relaxed.
Home.
I rolled over in my narrow twin bed. The mattress was lumpy. The springs squeaked. The blankets were old and scratchy.
It was perfect.
I stretched, feeling my joints pop. My body still felt a little heavy—gravity was a harsh mistress after three months of floating—but the weakness was fading. Aurora, my wolf, was humming in the back of my mind, pushing energy into my limbs.
"Food"d, she demanded. "Eat everything."
I smiled and sat up. I walked to the window to open the curtains. I wanted to see the sun
