Phoebe's POV
I stirred awake to find Alpha Wallace perched in the chair beside me. The moment I showed signs of consciousness, he rose to his feet.
"My queen, are you alright?" Alpha Wallace's voice carried its usual gentleness as he summoned the healer to examine me.
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I regained awareness. The events leading to this moment remained shrouded in fog, my memories scattered like broken glass.
My gaze swept the unfamiliar room before settling on Alpha Wallace. His face seemed recognizable, yet I couldn't place when or where we'd crossed paths.
Slowly, the pieces began falling into place. I attempted to push myself upright, but the sudden motion sent the room into a dizzying whirl.
"Stay still, you must rest... you..." Alpha Wallace's words died on his lips. His brow creased with worry, clearly struggling with how to break whatever news he carried.
