Page 43 of Wolf's Endgame

Think, Kezia.

THINK.

I may have no actual body, but I can still feel my body, and if I can feel it and I can still think, then I can still walk.

Right?

I could already hear Kris tearing through my logic, but like I usually did when my brother was critiquing me about my whimsical thoughts, I ignored him.

I willed myself to put one foot in front of the other.

I moved.

If floating around in a disassociated thought was moving, then I moved.

I moved again.

Holy Goddess, I’m walking.

Swallowing, I moved faster. If I could walk…then I could run.

It seemed to be very sudden that the light grew brighter. I ran towards it, ignoring every sarcastic thought in my head saying not to run towards the light, and as I got even closer, I slowed down.

Squinting against the sudden brightness, I crept forward and promptly fell over.

I was me.

I wasn’t me.

I mean I was me, but I also wasn’t.

Holy shit, these are my eyeballs. I’m looking out through my eyeballs, but I’m not seeing with my eyes in my body. I’m seeing with my eyes. The floating ones.

Wait.

What?

I needed to calm down.

Where am I?

I’m inside my body. Obviously.

But I wasn’t in control of my body.

Moonstar was.

Moonstar.

I gave her control.

I gave up.

I never give up. Why would I do that?

The alpha.

Where was my alpha?

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