Chapter Eight Six

Rose

“Delilah?”

“Delilah?”

“Delilah?” I was begging for her to let her presence be known.

Instead of the beautiful cream wolf prancing around, there were thick, ominous dark shadows lingering in the corners of my mind, constantly shifting. Their movements were that of the static running across an old television screen. Just their presence wiped away my energy, leaving me exhausted.

I tried to run away from them, but my feet weren’t going anywhere. I was running in circles, stuck in this mad world with no escape. The inky tendrils crept up from the ground, snaking around my ankles, anchoring me in place.

Whispers hissed around me as more and more tendrils latched onto me. The whispers turned into a roar that radiated throughout my whole body. What were they saying? I couldn’t understand them, but something about their dialect felt familiar, like I had heard it before.

I tried my best not to focus on the shadows; my head was throbbing.