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.

no pain, Ava. Just

No way.

peaceful here, in

have to come back. This is not where

here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It isn't enough

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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against my

Ava.

try to speak but my

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

swallow dryly, my tongue heavy and thick. "What happened?" The words scrape

Rest now. She nuzzles into my arm. I want to

calling my name,

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a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin.

heavy but I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus—white tiles, fluorescent lights.

Her relief washes over

me questions, one talking over the

was I out?" I rasp,

softly. We were so

asks, way too close to

feeling?" Lisa pipes up,

The 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

process

pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like milk, and that one's connected to yet another IV line in the elbow of

pooled around my waist. My hair is lank

waver, dizzy. You've been through

to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa.

hole

"What happened to me?"

us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into

for sure. Vanessa thinks your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel

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 her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my lap

not. She's way too big

sensing my unease. This is natural

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