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.

be no pain, Ava. Just wake up. Come back

No way.

here, in this

to come back. This is not where you should

place for me? But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It

won't die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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scraping against my lids. Everything is

Ava.

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

my hand. I turn

awake. Relief colors

tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The

I want to

my name, but

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

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

relief

one talking over the other. It's painful to my

I out?" I rasp, my throat raw from

Selene whines softly. We

you okay?" Lucas asks, way

Lisa pipes up,

news hits me 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 Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on

an entire process

with a few bags hanging off it. One of the

pooled around my waist. My hair is lank

waver, dizzy. You've been through

century. I cast my mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the

black hole

"What happened to me?"

face, his fingers hesitant and gentle against my skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort,

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

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,

She's way too

my unease. This

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