CHAPTER 85 Do Not Test My Patience

　　Autumn

　　I struggled against the heaviness weighing down my limbs, my mind trapped in a fog of disorientation and pain. The sensation of being glued to the bed, unable to sense my wolf's presence within me, sent waves of panic through my numbed senses. For a moment, it felt like my consciousness was drifting in and out of focus, trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake.

　　Slowly, I managed to pry my heavy eyelids open, blinking against the dim light that filtered through the dusty air. The first sight that greeted my vision was the cracked and weathered surface of an old brown ceiling, looming overhead like a specter from a forgotten era. The room around me seemed abandoned, its walls bare and its atmosphere suffused with a stale, musty odor.

　　"Ugh," I groaned weakly, attempting to shift my body, only to find myself immobilized by unseen forces. My movements were restricted as if invisible bonds held me captive to the bed.