POV. Isabella Di'Giotanno.
The last thing I remember was that we were falling after it felt like a million punches in the stomach. Rogues. The rogues invaded my pack. I look around me, and I only see darkness.
“Aika! Where are you? Aika comes on. It's not funny. Stop hiding from me. Where we are? Aika!” I scream without response. Only the constant echo of my words resonates within an endless empty space.
Then I hear, “Isabella?”
I quietly reply, “Who is it?” I hear a soft and distant voice. And this is how I observe how all the images of my life pass through my eyes in a second. Then I watch the images fade as if I were watching an old television.
Silence...
Deafening silence...
Seconds seem like minutes, and minutes seem like hours.
The image slowly returns, lighting up, a
