Chapter 112 Ava: Waking Up

Darkness.

Light.

So cold.

It burns.

My lungs ache.

Something's holding me down.

There are whispers. Prayers, I think.

Chaos reigns in this hazy world. Something beeps incessantly.

I'm sweating. My hands are too warm.

… up.

What's that?

… Ava, you…

Who's that?

… can you hear me?

I struggle to reach the voice that calls me, but something sucks me away again.

Frustration simmers, but I'm too tired to fight it.

Ava, you have to wake up.

There it is again.

I know you can hear me, because I can finally hear you.

Hear me? Hear me what? Am I talking?

Yes.

No, I don't think I'm talking. I'm too tired. My body is crushed beneath the earth. Fire ate every last bit of me. I drowned. The air was sucked away.

You're alive. You're asleep in the hospital. You're just fine. You just need to wake up.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Waking is pain.

I remember the pain.

pain, Ava. Just wake up.

No way.

peaceful here, in

to come back. This is not where you should

I feel pain, but

die, Ava.

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything

Ava.

voice is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak but my

into my palm. The slight weight of her head resting on my hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She's there, silver fur shining, blue eyes bright with intelligence

Relief colors

heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words

my arm. I want to protest

calling my name, but

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gradually. The steady beep of a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An

force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me,

relief washes over

They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's

long was I out?" I rasp, my throat

softly. We

asks, way too

Lisa pipes up, from my other

like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing her body against mine, and both

process that

connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of

blankets pooled around my waist. My

cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been

I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho

yawning black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

us, a feeling of

sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do

beneath the moon. To be whole. But now, with all the strangeness surrounding my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and

not. She's way

afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease.

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