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

No way.

here, in

come back. This is not where you

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

die,

Alive.

Alive means death—

up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You never

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

Ava.

try to speak but my throat is parched, voice

nose presses 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 and

awake. Relief colors

and thick. "What happened?"

arm. I want to protest but exhaustion drags me

my name, but I'm already

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of disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV

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

Her relief

are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over

was I out?" I rasp, my

weeks, Selene whines softly. We were so

asks, way too

you feeling?" Lisa pipes up,

up, my muscles weak and uncooperative. Selene helps, bracing

an entire process that

an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks

my waist. My hair is lank and greasy

waver,

I ended up

black hole in my

"What happened to me?"

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

wolf is trying

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

way too big for

afraid, Selene soothes, sensing my unease. This

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