Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 144: Backstabber

Astrid's POV

I grunted at the pounding headache that had overtaken my body. I can barely see straight-everything is blurry, and I feel so disoriented like I was drugged. However, I haven't eaten or drank anything this morning. It's impossible that I was poisoned.

What's happening to me is strange but also familiar. This was the same thing that happened to me the last time that I lost control of myself and attacked Asha. First, there was that pounding headache, and then once the pain was gone... I suddenly lost control of my body.

I pressed my palms firmly against my temples as if I could somehow squeeze the pain out. But it's no use. The throbbing only intensifies.

It feels like my brain is being squeezed in a vice-like grip. The pain is excruciating, radiating from the center of my skull down to my neck and shoulders.

Still, I tried my best to fight through the pain and keep my eyes open. I can't let what happened last time happen again.

I'm afraid that if I allowed my wolf to take control over my body again, worse things would happen this time.

My vision swirled. Shapes and colors were merged together in a dizzying kaleidoscope. I try to blink away the haze, but it only seems to get worse.

The more that I lose my vision, the clearer that silver wolf becomes in my head.

I've already experienced this last time. Little by little, I'm losing all my senses. Once my vision is gone, I'm afraid it would be easy for that wolf to take over. "What are you doing?" I asked the wolf weakly.

She was just staring at me with a cold gaze, not answering.

I'm going to be sick. Disoriented, I held to the solid thing nearest

my lips

able to retain my sense of

my own body. Without any advantages, I struggled to gain

as I tried to connect with my wolf,

to help me, and now she's nowhere to be found either. My connection with her had turned faint. It's like only a single thread is what's left in keeping

suffocating wave of panic

I strained to flex

to wiggle my toes, but nothing Kappened. Dread consumed me as contemplated the possibility that might not be able to get back my control over

worse than it was last time. What if I was stuck this way forever? The thought filled me

I would forever be a prisoner in my own form, powerless to escape, I was given hope when I

of air. The more I fought and followed the voice, the more

sorry," the voice trembled. "This is all my fault. I am

the person's pain as he spoke. For some reason, my heart twitched as

I've done to you - the neglect, the coldness, the way I made your life a living

when I

a selfish,

have no one to

state you're in now. I'm the reason why you've become like this. I have caused you nothing but pain. In the

as I gradually gained the most control of my body. My sense of touch and my vision, all of my senses, had finally come

myself again.