The air around me was cold, filled with the strong scent of antiseptic. I was still drowning in darkness as my senses started to kick in. Had I been hallucinating all this time? The temperature, the smell…nothing about this place seemed like my home. Did I make up my great escape in my mind, when in reality I had never left Georgia?
No, it couldn’t be. I didn’t feel pain anymore. If Jonathan were still here, I’m sure he wouldn’t allow it. Maybe I had finally died after losing so much blood, and I was now ascending to the Lunaria, the Kingdom of the Moon, where all werewolves went upon passing. It would indeed be nice to get some rest after an entire life of fighting. Even at a young age, I was so tired. But then, I remembered.
Fintan.
It wasn’t my time to go yet. I couldn’t leave him al
