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SCARLETT

It’s been three days since the incident, and I still had unanswered questions piling up by the second.

Before that night, I’d never experienced what it felt like to see a vision and it still seemed unbelievable till this very moment. Growing up as a werewolf—a magical creature of the moon goddess’s making, meant that I believed in the supernatural, but I never thought I could experience certain planes of magic.

Especially visions where it seemed like I was being drawn out of the clutches of death and brought back to life.

That night, moments before I regained consciousness, I saw a familiar face running towards me when I was on the verge of giving up the fight to stay alive. He’d held out a hand to me from a distance, begging me to reach for his hand despite the thick cloud of darkness between us that stopped him from coming any closer.

I was already weak and tired, ready to accept defeat and slip into death’s cold embrace, but watching him beg me to hold on a little longer