Lyralei floated in darkness and it felt like peace.
That's all there was really, just this quiet empty space where nothing hurt anymore and she didn't have to fight or run or fear what was coming next. She wondered if this was death, if dying meant floating forever in the quiet like this.
It wasn't so bad honestly, no pain cutting through her body, no Theron's breath hot against her ear whispering vile promises, no pack watching her with pity while doing nothing to help. Just peace and silence and the gentle feeling of drifting without purpose.
But the longer she floated here, the more something started to shift inside her chest and she realized with sudden clarity that she didn't want this anymore. Now that she was here in whatever this place was, she wanted to live again and the thoug
