Chapter 19
Elara pov
The endless darkness stretches on, a vast, infinite void that seems to go on forever. No matter how far I walk, no matter how much time there is no sign of an end. It’s as if the world itself has cessed to exist, and all I’m left with is this hollow expanse.
And the weirdest thing? I don’t feel tire. Not even a little bit. No hunger, no thirst, nothing. Just a strange emptiness that graws at me from the
1 give up. I really give up. How long have I been walking for?” I groan, my voice echoing in the nothingness
I
I can’t tell if minutes or hours have passed. Time doesn’t seem to work here. I drag my feet through the void, feeling like a ghost. Maybe I am one. Maybe this is what happens when you can’t escape your pist, when everything that’s ever weighed you down finally catches up-
Itake another step, and then another, but I still see nothing feel nothing just emptiness
“Well, this is fan. I mutter to myself sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the absurdity of it all “Really living the dream here.”
It feels like the void is laughing at me, or maybe it’s me laughing at myself. Either way, I keep moving. Because what else can you do when there’s nothing left to hold onto?
“What is the point, anyway?” I mutter to myself, frowning as I continue walking through the endless void. “What’s the point of working so hard. giving everything you’ve got, only to end up with nothing!”
“You give your time, your love, to someone, hoping that one day they’ll love you back. You work your ass off, never asking for anything in return, and then you’re thrown aside. Betrayed. By your family. By your husband…” I stop walking, my bitter laugh escaping me.
“And now now I’m stuck in this forsaken void, with no way out. Damn it I scream, my voice echoing through the emptiness
“Daman, you’ve really lost it, girl,” a voice echoes back, and I freeze, my eyes widening in shock. For a moment, there is silence–complete and utter sullness. Then, like someone pressing play on a remote, I suddenly scream and jump back in fright.
What the hell way that!
“Will you stop moping already? Jerz, you’re hurting my ears, you know I could hear you from way back,” the voice says again, and I suck in a deep breath, my mouth dropping open.
Wait a damn minute! I recognize that voice. It sounds like mine, but deeper, more mature–and… it’s the same voice that’s been speaking in my
head.
Is that my
“Yes, yes, I am your wolf Took you long enough to figure that out, genius,” she replies, and I swallow hard, sull unable to believe it
“B–but, how, why, what is-
“Wow, one word at a time, Elam,” she cuts me off, clearly annoyed.
“Listen to me, alright I don’t have enough time to answer all your questions, but the place you’re currently in is your consciousness–where I reside, well locked up to be precise.”
I blink and look around the void. This is my consciousness? Why does it look like an endless void?
“Goddess, you’re really thinking about that right now? You didn’t hear me say I was locked up?” My wolf scolds, and i snap out of my daze, shaking my head.
“Sorry, it’s just…everything’s so overwhelming. I’m suddenly in my consciousness, learning I have a wolf, and I need time to process all this information,” I mutter, still trying to wrap my head around everything.
My wolf scoffs, then clears her throat. Well, I understand why you’re confused, but I can’t explain everything right now. I don’t have enough strength to hold you here for long. I was barely able to manage bringing you here.”
“Oh, why are you locked up! And why don’t you have enough strength? I was told I was wolfless from the very beginning. I don’t understand why-” I start, but I can’t finish my sentence. The word hang in the air as a force slams into me. That familiar force, the one that knocked me unconscious from the very beginning. This time, it feels like it’s pulling me back to reality.
“W–what is happening! Why is everything shaking?” 1 ask, panic creeping into
my
voice.
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Chapter 19
y be strong enough.
My wolf curses angrily. “Elara, when you get back, I need you to train. Train really hard with our mate–that’s the only way and when you’re stronger too, things will change
“What do you mean!!” I try to yell, but my voice doesn’t echo this time, Instead, it feels faint and distant as if the void itself is rejecting me. I feel my body drifting away, floating upward, the darkness below shrinking into nothingness
“Don’t reject our mate,” my wolf growls, her voice fading “If you do, I swear, I’m going to smack you.”
My eyes widen, and for a brief moment, I see her–a magnificent golden wolf with pure golden eyes staring at me. But before I can blink, the image sanishes, replaced by a blinding light that envelops my senses.
1 groan and instinctively try to cover my eyes, but I can’t feel my hands–or anything else. My throat is dry, like I’ve been screaming for hours. Forcing my eyes open. I prepare to ask for water but freeze mid–thought.
Lucian is standing in front of me.
“Lucian?” I croak, my voice barely above a whisper.
He’s smiling at me, that same charming smile I once thought I loved, but then a sharp, throbbing headache forces my eyes shut. When I open them again, it’s not Lucian standing there. It’s Damien.
“Damien‘” I blurt out, confusion lacing my voice
What the hell is going on? Is my mind playing tricks on me? Who’s really in front of me–the ruthless one or the crazy one?
“Well, well, look who decided to wake up,” Damien drawls, leaning back with a snug smirk plastered across his face. “You missed me, didn’t you”
I scowl, the answer crystal clear. It’s the crazy one.
Sighing. I glance around, my mind racing to process everything. Was all of that a dream? The void, the wolf–was it reall
“How long have I been out?” I finally manage to ask, my voice so hoarse it sounds like nails scraping against a chalkboard.
*Ch, not too long. Just.. a month,” Damien says casually, his smirk widening as if he’s waiting for my reaction
“A month?” I practically screech, my throat burning as I try to sit up, but my body feels like it’s made of lead. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” he replies, his tone dripping with amusement. “You’ve been out cold, like Sleeping Beauty Though I have to say you’re much more entertaining when you’re awake.”
I glare at him, and to my shock, I see him holding a glass of water in his hand. I glance up back at him and swallow nervously as I remember my wolf warned me not to reject him,
Damien, my mate.
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