Chapter 120 The End of Emily's Life

When I was a child, my nanny used to tell me stories about death. After dying, she said, the werewolf would enter the world of the Void, where the Moon Goddess would wait for her child. All the undead will rest in the arms of Mother Luna. But she never told me that death was torment and burning.

A raging fire was scorching my body, hot, very hot. I was like a bound chrysalis, tormented by burning pain. I was so miserable that I wanted to scream, but I could not make a sound. I tried to free myself, but I had no strength. My nerves were paralysed, my mind was blank, and the burning sensation in my flesh grew so intense that I could not even breathe.

Consciousness receded, and I began to compromise in my struggle against the flames. How I wanted to give up the struggle. But at that moment a voice echoed in my head.

"Wake up, wake up!"

No, I can't! I responded inwardly.

"Wake up!" The voice was