Ace
I feel like my entire body was set on fire and is now lying in a jelly-like extinguishing substance.
Groaning, I try to move, but to no avail.
My body is heavy, held by anchors drilled into the ground.
As all I can see is darkness, I close my eyes again, taking a deep breath.
My subconscious sinks deeper and deeper, the voices of Jax and Aamon rattling around me getting feebler.
Maybe it’s time that I let go.
Maybe this was the plan all along.
And it should just end here.
I ask myself what will happen to my body, and remember a witch on the Royal Packgrounds who told me that should I ever die in my body, my demon would be strong enough to take over.
So…maybe that was his scheme all along.
Driving me away from my pack, getting me killed, only to have a strong an
