CARISSA’S POV
The torment never stops.
It’s relentless. Every breath I take, every step I make, the whispers get louder.
They call to me,
Carissa...
Apart from the whispers, I see images. I see flashes of wolves and their bodies being consumed by an endless abyss. Their howls are swallowed whole by the void. The silence after is deafening. It’s not a silence I can escape.
I try to fight it. I try to bury it. To focus on the world around me—on Jaime, on Kaine, on my new life. But the deeper I go, the more I hear it.
I feel it.
My hands tremble. And I know they can see it. I know Jaime and Kaine are watching me, both of them careful, so careful with me. Their eyes never leave my face.
But how can I explain something I don’t even understand? How can I tell them that I can feel som
