Betty POV
"Wake up and look at me," a voice commands from the darkness.
The sound does not come from my ears. It vibrates deep inside the marrow of my bones. I am floating in a black, empty void. There is no floor. There is no ceiling. There is only a heavy, suffocating silence that smells like old blood and burnt iron.
"You are not alone in this place," a second voice says.
The voice is smooth and cold like river stone. I turn around in the dark. A massive shape shifts in the shadows. Two large, golden eyes snap open in the blackness. It is April, the ancient wolf spirit.
"I am sick of being trapped in here," I say. I flex my fingers, but I cannot feel my skin. "I cannot move. I cannot see. How long are we going to bide our time in this ditch?"
"We are here because your physical she
