DAISY'S POV
It was dark.
It was cold and I was alone. My body was immersed in shallow water. Nothing felt right. It was too quiet and I could hardly feel my wolf.
Was this how death felt like?
I released a shaky breath and parted my lips slowly. "He— hello?" I called.
Nothing happened. Nothing moved. I waited.
I tried to force myself to move but it felt like the hardest task ever. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to move. I could not remain like this for eternity.
Eventually, I got my fingers to move and I slowly began to sit up. I smiled at my little victory. Now, all I had to do was rise to my feet and walk away from here.
It took me longer. To the extent that I felt my wolf come alive, which was a relief. I still had access to it. I guessed that death had not taken
