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.

in this

back. This is

darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn't kill me. It isn't enough to kill

won't die, Ava. You're

Alive.

Alive means death—

feeling sorry for yourself. You

* * *

eyes crack open. They feel like sandpaper scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct. White.

Ava.

Her voice is warm honey in my mind, comforting. Grounding. I try to speak

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

I want

my name,

* * *

disinfectant. Starched sheets rough against my skin. An IV pinches the back of my

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

back. Her relief washes over

Lisa are here. They're asking me questions, one talking over the other. It's painful

long was I out?" I rasp, my

whines softly. We were so

Lucas asks, way

pipes up, from my other

helps,

an entire process that leaves

a few bags hanging off it. One of the bags looks like

my waist.

as I waver, dizzy. You've been through a

trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the couch. Then...

yawning black hole in

"What happened to me?"

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

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

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

She's way too big

soothes, sensing my unease. This is natural

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