Chapter 99: Land of the Dead

Ava's POV

I journeyed alone.

Miraculously, I found myself realizing where I came from. I came from the soil where I and Amarantha were born. Scottland.

I didn't know how I got there. All I knew was that I had woken up from that lake. I thought I was still inside England but I was wrong.

As I journeyed, I met someone there. Another werewolf.

Female, coffee hair, injured. Her legs were almost amputated. Flesh coming out of her legs. Her healing ability couldn't seem to help her a bit. I could sense she was injured about 38 hours ago since I got here. She was trembling when she shied away from me. She was resting her back on wrecked car parts. She hid her face.

"Are you alright?" I asked. "Do you live around here?"

She shook her head but didn't say a word.

I sighed and sat on my heel. "I could try to help you get your legs back but I can't guarantee that it will not leave any scars or limpness. Are you alright with that?" I offered gently.

I knew she couldn't trust me too soon. Her furro