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.

Ava. Just

No way.

peaceful here, in this hazy

have to come back. This is

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

die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is

Ava.

honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to

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,

Relief

and thick. "What happened?" The words scrape

nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion drags me

calling my name, but

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

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

back. Her relief

one talking over the other.

long was I out?" I

softly. We were so

okay?" Lucas asks, way too close

are you feeling?" Lisa pipes up, from my

I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing

an entire process that

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

in a hospital gown, blankets pooled around my waist. My hair is

Selene cautions as I waver, dizzy. You've been through

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

hole

"What happened to me?"

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

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you

to run 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 her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my

not. She's way too

Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural for

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