The cold, damp air of the marsh clung to me as my eyes fully adjusted to the dark. Everything was a dizzying blur of shadows and sharp, pungent smells.
“Rachel! Rachel, where are you?!” Demetrius’s voice echoed through the distance, raw and laced with a terrifying amount of panic. Fear instantly racked through my chest, making my heart hammer against my ribs. Why was I out here? What happened? The last thing I remembered was swallowing Eloise’s potion inside the cozy stone cottage. How did I end up in the mud?
I pushed myself up to stand, but the moment I did, a wave of confusion hit me. I was on all fours—fully shifted into my wolf form—but something was completely wrong. As I stood firmly on my paws, the ground wasn't nearly as close to my face as it usually was. I felt incredibly high
