Lacy's POV
I feel my body relax on his arms. I am too weak to move, too weak to speak, too weak to thank him for coming to rescue me.
His eyes stare down at me, with so much sadness that I begin to feel bad for him.
I try to keep my eyes open, but I am too weak to. I have never wished to be a werewolf as much as I do today. If I were one, I would have been healed by now.
But I'm just a weak human.
My eyes shut closed, my body unaware of the happenings of the world. I drift into sleep.
"Hey," a pretty lady calls out to me. She is the most beautiful being I have ever seen, so ethereal, so divine, so not human.
"Hi," I manage to mutter, dumbfounded. I wonder if I am dead, as she feels so unreal, even this place doesn't feel real.
Maybe I'm dead.
Oh no.
"Don't worry, you're not dead?
