Annabelle's POV
The cold wind was harsh against my face. I felt as if my body was being elevated to a thousand feet and my whole body felt like jelly, as if something was being drained out of me.
I have never felt this weak before. I could barely lift my fingers, let alone utter a statement.
What was happening to me? The last thing I remember is that I was in some kind of meeting with Gerald and some of the council members. They were all criticizing me about how I was not fit to be Luna and how barren I was with Gerald accusing me that the babies I was carrying were not his.
I guess I was in some kind of terrible nightmare, but I needed to wake up right now because this was no longer funny.
I haven't had my vitamins and I needed that to be stronger for both my babies.
Am I dead? But
