The Tower

My head felt heavy and my eyes felt dry, coated with a thick layer of sleep. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head before nuzzling further back into the warm sheets, the feeling absolutely delightful, considering how the weather outside was starting to cool down as summer bled into fall.

There was a pounding headache blaring at my temples, but I chose to ignore it at first, waving it off to the lack of sleep. After all, the last few days had been busy. My schedule had been filled with interrogations and errands, not to mention I had yet to recover completely from the wendigo attack that happened.

On top of that, the journey from Thunderstrike to Fangborne was a long one. Traveling always had its way of tiring a person out.

My eyes burst open as my breathing ceased.

I wasn't in Fangborne.