ISLA
As I find myself cloaked in darkness, I wonder if this darkness is finally my death. It has been many years since the calming warmth of nothing surrounded me.
How did I get here?
As the restrictions of the darkness start to loosen, and allows the awareness to creep back in, I realize I can’t be dead.
A soft steady beeping hums a melody I can’t quite place. My wolf stirs as the smell of fresh rain and cedar starts invading my nostrils with each breath I draw in.
My body feels heavy, my eyelids resist as I work to blink them open. As my eyes finally comply and softly open, I am greeted with the bright fluorescent glow of industrial lighting.
A hospital?
I see Audrie playing on her phone beside me… how hard did I party?
I go to sit up, but I move too fast and my head throbs in ag
