Page 116 of Wolf's Endgame

He kept me chained to a wall with silver and hurt me.

He was the reason Cannon fought for justice.

Bale was dead. I’d seen Cannon rip his throat out. It shouldn’t have filled me with as much satisfaction as it did.

I moved through nothing some more.

Cannon.

I wanted my mate.

I missed him.

Would he forgive me?

Where was he?

Why couldn’t he find me?

Where was I?

The panicked feelings eased as I floated.

I jerked in alarm when the bright light snapped into the darkness and was just as quickly gone.

Turning fearfully, I searched the inky blackness.

Who was there?

Where was I? Moonstar?

“Kezia? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?”

That voice was familiar. My heart beat faster in my chest. Darkness shrouded me still, but that voice…I knew it.

“Kez? Wake up, little sister.”

A rush of familiar warmth seeped through me. I knew this voice too.

A touch so light caressed my cheek. Was it my cheek? I felt weightless still. But the touch, I knew that too.

“Breathe, pup, breathe deeply.”

I did. I inhaled until I couldn’t hold any more air in my lungs, and I heard a whisper of she’s doing it, and I exhaled a long drawn-out breath.

I lay on something soft but firm. I could feel it. I was lying down.

“Kezia? Open your eyes.”

I wanted to open my eyes, I wanted to see the ones that belonged to these voices, ones that I knew. Light burned my eyes when I tried to open them, so bright that I shut them again.

“I know it’s bright, Kezia, but you can do it.”

They had such faith in me. I wanted to see who believed in me so much. It shouldn’t even be hard to open my eyes. They were mine after all.

“Kezia, I’m waiting, I’ve been waiting, open your eyes.”

Him. I knew him.

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