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

back. This

But I'm here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't

die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

that's enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You

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sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes

Ava.

I try to speak but my throat is parched, voice a ragged

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

awake. Relief colors

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

nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but

my name, but I'm already

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a heart monitor. The chemical scent of disinfectant. Starched sheets

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

relief

here. They're asking me questions, one

I out?" I rasp,

Selene whines softly. We were so

you okay?" Lucas asks, way too

Lisa pipes up, from my other

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 my back to lead me up

process that

pinches my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the

my waist. My hair is lank and

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

back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on

yawning black hole

"What happened to me?"

skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press

your wolf is trying to emerge. Do you feel any

glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick

not. She's way

Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This

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