Ivara’s POV
I jolted upright with a strangled gasp, my eyes wide and the first thing I noticed was that I could breathe. I could f*****g breathe.
I stared at my hands, flexing my fingers wildly. They moved. My arms moved. My legs—
I threw the covers off and swung my feet to the floor.
“I… I can move,” I whispered in shock.
The last thing I remembered was that wolf and that water. It had rushed into my lungs, choking me. I remembered the way everything went dark. I had definitely drowned, so why?
A horrible thought struck me. “Oh no… I’m dead.” I gasped, my palm flying to my mouth.
That had to be it. I could move because I was a ghost. “No, not yet, I can't die now.” I pinched my skin.
The pain proved I wasn’t dead. If I'm not dead, where am I?
I stared around, my mouth slowly fall
