Page 42 of Wolf's Endgame

Weightless.

Wait…not flying. Floating?

Where the heck am I?

I was drifting.

So I was still going with the floaty theme, great.

Turning around?—

I turned? Did I turn?

I stopped drifting. I could stop drifting?

I’m treading water? No, that couldn’t be right. I wasn’t wet.

I checked my clothes to see if I was wet. There was nothing to check.

Holy shit, I have no body! Who took my body? Is this a dream? Where’s my body?

And then I remembered.

I blacked out.

It was still black.

Used to the feeling of depersonalization, I turned in a circle to look around.

Do you even have eyes?

The idea of me being just a pair of eyes freaked me out, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

How can you squeeze your eyes shut if you are only eyes?

Kris was right. I was really annoying with all the questions I asked.

Kris.

My brother. An alpha.

Cannon…

My alpha.

Panic welled within me.

Where was my alpha?

When my consciousness returned this time, I didn’t waste time worrying about whether I was real or not. I was already turning, searching, desperate for a way out.

Spinning fruitlessly in a black hole abruptly stopped when I saw, in the distance, the faintest of lights.

Lights.

I needed to get there.

How the hell do you move when you have no body and no limbs?

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