One hundred and eighty-four

Zach’s POV

Zach could keenly feel that he was neither a living nor was he dead, he was just in between, when he closed his eyes and stopped breathing a month ago, he felt like he was in a dream state and was surrounded by darkness all around him, no matter where he looked all he saw was darkness, and he was walking on muddy ground, he felt like he was sinking to the ground.

The more he walked around the place looking for a source of light, the quicker he was sinking into the muddy ground, so he stopped walking, there was a source of light that he saw ahead of him, but the more he tried to reach toward it, the quicker he sank into the ground.

Even though everyone thought that he was dead he could hear what people were saying around him like they were whisper to his ears, he did not pay attention to all of them but he could pick up the most important.

According to the tradition of the werewolves, werewolves with high position like himself were to be buried after a month of their death,