Why does everything feel so funny to me? Just when I realised I was probably been possessed by the Gridge from earlier, I gasp and sit up straight.
My eyes are open but the black blobs block my else perfect vision. I repeatedly shake my head and stop abruptly when I catch the scent of my mate.
Jane is here!?
I force my body to feel any human or wolf around, calling her name out in weak attempts. I hate feeling weak.
"Hey hey hey! Ron! I'm right here!" I hear distant footsteps patter on the ground and feel the scent grow in a sense. I immediately clutch her hand in mine and my rods and cones finally get set to aid my vision.
"Oh Jane..." I look at her with big, worrisome eyes, but she gives me back her own eye smile and kisses my nose.
"We're safe...I guess. For now." she stabs h
