The pain came in waves. A sharp, endless, consuming force. She was drowning in fire and ice at the same time. Ravyn drifted somewhere between breaths, between heartbeats, between the fragile thread that kept her tethered to the world and the darkness that kept pulling her under.
She couldn’t tell where she was, couldn’t tell when now was.
The ground beneath her felt too soft, then too hard. The air was thick with smoke one moment and pine the next. Her body felt distant, like it belonged to someone else entirely—heavy, useless, burning from the inside out.
Silver, a voice whispered inside her head. She tried to fight it, tried to claw her way back to awareness. But every time she did, the pain surged hotter, deeper, twisting itself through her veins like poison.
She whimpered, feeling
