Drake POV
Something is wrong.
I feel weak.
My head feels hazy.
My Luna woke me twice in the night to satisfy her heated needs, when she had laid there, glowing and well pleasured I could sense the heat finally calming within her, I had felt nothing but joy at having created a pup together.
But I do not understand.
Why do I now feel muted.
Even Xavier, is struggling to sense what is happening, or communicate with me. I can feel him there, but like a shadow in my mind.
I feel tired but not in the normal sense, more that a great weight has been placed upon me and it’s suffocating me.
My eyes won’t open.
My hands won’t move.
If there is still a world around me, I cannot tell.
Am I dying?
Or goddess, have I already died and this is what my afterlife consists of.
Lorna PO
