The Awakening

Chapter 20

The Awakening

Fiona’s POV

The first thing I became aware of was the silence—an all-encompassing, heavy silence that pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. It was the kind of silence that made you question whether you were truly alive, or if you had slipped into some unknown void where nothing existed except your thoughts.

I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt sluggish, as though a great weight was pinning me down. Panic began to bubble up inside me as I struggled to move, to break free of whatever was holding me captive. I could feel my wolf stirring within me, but even she seemed weakened, as if the same force keeping me bound had drained her of her strength.

Slowly, painfully, I managed to pry my eyes open, squinting against the dim light that surrounded me. The air smelled faintly of damp stone and something acrid—something that made my stomach churn with unease. I forced myself to sit up, every muscle in my body protesting the movement.

Where am I?

My though