CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FIORELLA

I felt like I was floating into oblivion as if I was in the arms of someone. I tried opening my eyes, but couldn't, I couldn't reach my consciousness, so I stayed still. A long time passed and I could feel myself being placed on a soft and extremely comfortable surface. The comfort of the surface pulled me into a deep sleep. I let myself relax and enjoy the rest. I couldn't recall the last time I had a proper rest. Finding a mate was stressful, werewolves have been lying about the peace that came with finding one’s mate. All I wanted was a way to be far away from my mate. But sadly, that was impossible.

The blinding rays of the sun, hit my face, making me pry my eyes open. It was already daytime. I slowly rose from the bed, wondering how long I had been asleep. Then the past events came flooding into my mind. From how I wanted to escape to the moment I passed out. My hands subconsciously reached for my chest, but there was no wound on it, I looked down at it, and there wasn'