Viola woke up to a stillness that was a complete contrast to the loud howling of wolves she recalled from just before the darkness had consumed her senses and she had given into it. She opened her eyes and was startled to find herself in an unfamiliar room, a ceiling so different from the one she was used to waking up to that her heart thudded and her stomach turned over.
She quickly sat up on the king-sized bed, the warm thick blanket around her body slipping down to her lap as she looked around her, almost panicking.
Where was she? She wondered, moving to slide off the impossibly large bed, but then she paused, everything from before she had lost consciousness slowly filtering back through her foggy mind.
She looked around her surroundings more carefully. A bedroom with masculine decorations that felt almost similar in spirit to Sebastian's main quarters bedroom, but with the same layout and structure as her own penthouse bedroom.
