The burning spot I felt during the rejection ritual. How my body felt like multiple daggers were ripping through my body and setting it on fire. I sense it in my bones. My wolf whimpers. Cries out at the unbearable pain I felt that night. I can’t forget it. Though I heal and everything, I still can’t get over it. I have dreams of that night and the day I marked Braila on the night of the full moon and the moon rites. Those dreams haunt me whenever I close my eyes. I see the reflection of bloody Braila behind me. My heart skips its beat. When I look behind me, I don’t see any Braila. It’s like I’m losing my mind. I hear her voice, but there was no one there.
I rushed to her room to check up on her. She is still sleeping. So, who just spoke to me? Who called out my name? Am I hallucinating
