Chapter 85- How is that possible?

Waiting was never Sophie’s forte; she groaned and watched the golden threads of morning light transform her earlier ordeals into an ambient positiveness. In the wash of the new light, however, her face took on the appearance of an obsolete portrait: "Ahhh! This air is so fresh, I can die with it." She muttered under her breath as she closed her eyes; her jaw went slack. Sophie watched as it brought her naked skin into focus, not yet vitalizing with the warmth of who she was: a lost, fucking naked hybrid predator who stood wide-arm like some crazy suicidal maniac. I might as well kill Sage for this sh*t. She thought to herself.

Looking around, she shouted at Greg, who was fast asleep in the cold dirt. "Greg, are you awake?" She asked but received no response. "Hayyyys!" Sophie sighed and began wandering around.

She was still in the landscape of the cold mountain, and since there was no better thing to do but to bring her body so close that her hearts synchronized with the earthy creat