(Xeraphina’s POV)
Moss brushed my feet, as I tried to adjust my eyes to the overwhelming darkness. I needed to use my other senses to figure out where I was. I sniffed the air, smelling the moisture sitting in the air, the dust lift into the air, as I scuffed my feet. I felt rocks scrape into my skin, as I brushed into the edge of something. My hands moved over the rough, bumpy edges. My skin ripped as I explored my surroundings, making blood waft into my senses. Mm, I grunted in dissatisfaction.
I was in a cave; I was certain of this.
The question bothering me the most was why? How did I get here? Why was I alone? Where was my mate?
I walked deeper, the darkness surrounding me as I guided myself with the assistance of the wall. I felt like I had been in here for hours, alone. No a
