“Where am I…?”
That was the first thought that came to Willow as consciousness slowly returned.
It felt heavy.
Like she was dragging herself out of deep water.
Her body didn’t feel like her own.
Everything was slow.
Muted.
Distant.
She forced her eyes open.
White.
A ceiling.
Plain.
Bright.
She blinked slowly.
Trying to focus.
Trying to remember.
“Mate is here.”
Winter’s voice echoed softly in their shared mind.
Willow stilled.
Winter sounded…
Different.
Not broken.
Not curled up in pain like before.
Content.
“He’s been here for a long time,” Winter continued.
“And… he marked us.”
Marked.
Willow’s breath hitched slightly.
“What… happened to us?” Willow asked weakly in their shared mind.
“My memory… it’s hazy.”
Everything felt like a fog.
Fragments of something
