*Raya*
I feel reality pull at me, or I assume it is reality, only that I am warm and cozy, where the last thing I remember is the cold water and the need to breathe.
My eyes blink open, and my voice croaks. “Am I dead ?”
“Why would you think that ?” Zay says softly, smiling warmly at me. “But no, thank the Goddess and thanks to our own goddesses Emilie and Osayr you are not”.
“For a moment I thought you were an angel”. I mumble, and smile tiredly.
He laughs softly and kisses the tip of my nose. “I don’t think anyone has mistaken me for an angel before”.
“A very handsome and masculine alpha angel”. I say, I am still rather tired to be honest.
“Sweetie, I think you need to rest some more … but first, maybe you could drink a bit of this soup Osayr made, it should help you regain your
