Lyla

Lyla POV:

I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurring into focus. The room I found myself in was nothing short of grandiose, with high ceilings adorned with intricate designs and a bed that could easily fit five people. The luxurious sheets felt soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the harshness of the ritual I had just endured.

For a moment, I lay there, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory. My wolf, now calm and content, howled softly in my head, a clear call for our mates. It was a call that resonated deep within me, filling me with warmth and longing.

As I turned my head, my gaze fell upon Samuel and Cameron, standing at the corner of the room. They were watching me, their eyes brimming with such love and adoration that it made my heart swell and ache at the same time. Their presence was like a soothing balm, easing the remnants of pain that lingered in my body.

"Hey," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the ordeal.

"Hey, love," Cameron replied, his voice gentle