FIFI
My body felt strange. I was trying to remember where I was or what happened, but the fog in my brain was thick. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping I was in Sammy and Gentry’s bed. The lights were dim as my vision slowly came into focus. I started to sit up, but my stomach protested.
I groaned as I got myself upright. My throat was dry and scratchy, with a lingering taste of ash. Why did I taste ash?
I scanned the room and stilled when I found Vilairus sitting in a chair with his arms crossed and an irritated scowl on his face. He usually looked sore, but something told me he was especially mad. Then it all came back. Vivi arriving, the little copies following me, all the wolfies finding us, Vivi not listening, eating Sammy’s magic.
“You finally rise,” Vivi said.
I swallowed back t
