I woke up, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The bedroom exuded a sense of comfort, with a spacious, inviting bed adorned with plump pillows and silky sheets. The room itself had a touch of luxury, painted in soothing, neutral colors that created a relaxing atmosphere.
As I sat up and took in my surroundings, a wave of realization washed over me – I wasn't in my own home. The room looked far fancier than what I was used to. It boasted elegant furniture and beautiful artwork hanging on the walls.
"Oh... I'm no longer in Nightfang," I whispered to myself.
"Unatha, wake up," came a deep voice, startling me from my thoughts.
"Zane?" I questioned, my voice filled with surprise.
"Yeah, it's me," Zane replied. "Jaxon brought over some pasta for you."