Welcome to Purgatory by Holly DayThe darkness surrounding Zev Duko combined with the swooping sensation in the pit of his stomach convinced him that he was trapped in a dream. The moment right on the verge of sleeping when his brain tried to make him believe he was falling.
Then the thud came. His body hit a hard surface. He forced his eyes open. Was he dreaming? The ice in his soul left him unable to think. This wasn’t his bedroom.
The asphalt in his field of vision was cracked, the surface glistening with frost.
Fuck, he was cold.
His teeth chattered and claws replaced his fingers as he tried to get his body to react to his command. His breath formed a cloud around him as he forced himself into a standing position.
Where the hell was he? There was no one from his pack nearby. Lookin
