Celeste’s POV:
Lord Melkor makes me sick, and I’m desperate to escape him. Even if I’m backing away from him, I don’t seem to escape him. I take one step after another and only realize my mistake when my foot doesn’t find the ground beneath me. I frantically flail my arms to grab hold of anything, but it’s already too late.
I scream, but no sound comes out. My adrenaline pumps through my system, and my heart races. I close my eyes, not wanting to watch as the ground beneath closes in. It all happens in a beat of a second, but time moves slowly as dread descends on our souls. My wolf tries desperately to shift, but we are chanceless without the moon.
We are helpless against gravity.
Suddenly, it’s all over.
I hit the ground with less force than I thought I would. I breathe out, relieve
