139 Whispers…

Lyla

Two days later…

Tyla Lyla Lyla…”

I stirred as my eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. I wanted to open my eyes and ask who was calling and what the person wanted but my mouth felt too heavy.

“Tyl Lyla Ayla…‘

The voice came again, this time, more insistent than the first time, Grumbling, I swung my legs off the edge of my bed and rose, my bare feet against the cold floor, sending me cold tremors.

The voice came again, more insistent than before and I followed after it. My mind was too foggy as if I was trapped in a dream but that was real. I followed after the sound of the voice, half–asleep, half–awake running into the wall severally as the voice continued beckoning me

Each time I hesitated, the voice called again, urging me forward.

“Iyla…”

I felt my hand push a door and the crisp night air greeted me like a cold embrace. I stepped into

the darkness.

“…too bright!” I murmured trying to move away from the bright light that shone on my face. I threw a lazy hand over my face, wondering why my bed was hard.

I cried again with my eyes tightly shut. But nothing happened,

assaulted my vision. I turned my head to the side, expecting to see the maid that was bent on disturbing my sleep but all

wasn’t my room at White Moon Pack. Still feeling drowsy and irritated, I touched the bed, only to realize I was lying on the ground, the earth beneath me was damp and cool. Blinking rapidly I was fully

through the forest as my

shifted and transformed. Where the wolf once stood, was Nanny, in a kneeling position. Her

concern.

just me,” she said softly, holding up her hands in a soothing gesture.

10 Whispers

“How did I get here?”

found you here.

look like you just fought a rogue.

caked in dirt, leaves tangled in my hair, and my clothes were

don’t remember? Nanny asked, staring at me intently. “You don’t have to lie, I won’t

swear I don’t.

but from a strange sense of displacement. Something felt off, but I couldn’t pinpoint

much of it. I told Mother Liora that the medicine was too strong, and it may cause one to lose the sense of time. Come, we need to return to the pack house, you’re not supposed to

to say anything, I nodded and allowed her

of the pack house with Nathan pacing like a caged Tiger on the porch. He had several lines of worry etched deeply on his forehead. The High

me. On

me. cue, Nathan and the priestess’s heads snapped up simultaneously.

me so tight that I felt my bones would break. “Where have you been?” he asked as he pulled back, tugging a stray strand away from my face. “How

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