Home at Last

Amani’s fight or flight mode reignited when she was abruptly awakened by a sudden jolt, finding herself lifted into someone's arms.

"It's okay, you're safe now... I've got you." The voice, a soothing blend of familiarity and comfort, washed over her like a gentle caress. Amani found herself surrendering to its reassurance, allowing it to ease the tension that had gripped her.

In the depths of her consciousness, a fire burned, eager to retaliate against whoever dared to lay hands on her. However, her weary body betrayed her, drained of all energy and strength. Exhaustion clawed at her, rendering her limbs weak and her eyelids heavy, barely allowing a glimpse of her surroundings.

She had been forewarned about the brutal nature of the first shift, but the reality was far more physically and mentally demanding than any tale could ever convey. As if that wasn't enough, she had fearlessly taken down four heinous men during her initial transition, a feat that demanded every ounce of her ag