Had I heard correctly?
Something had just spoken in my mind, giving me a heart attack.
I turned around, thinking it could be a very bad joke.
And the voice sounded again, once more in my head.
‘Princess, listen. It's me. Your wolf.’
My...
MY WOLF!
What kind of sick joke was this?
Who was really talking to me?
And how had it managed to... get into my head?
This had to be something very elaborate.
I looked at the paintings I had been observing, but apart from the countryside scenes I had already noticed, there was nothing strange.
Could it be some audio device in the room, emitting some kind of ultrasound that, when heard, gave the impression of a voice coming from my head?
Ten and ten more logical explanations crowded my mind, but the voice insisted on wanting my attention.
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