Violet's POV
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the infirmary, painting the white stone walls in warm hues. I woke slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion that went deeper than mere lack of sleep. My left hand throbbed under the thick bandage, a dull, persistent ache that quickly reminded me of the previous night's violence. The healer's herbal paste had done its work, the wound was already closing faster than a normal wolf's would, thanks to the enhanced healing that came with being Luna.
I shifted slightly on the narrow examination bed, and the nausea hit me almost immediately. Pregnancy symptoms mixed with the adrenaline crash from the attack left me feeling drained, fragile, and strangely hollow.
