Chapter 11 - Truth

Chapter 11 - Truth

The days passed in a blurry haze as the slow rhythmic hum of the engine and light tunes from the radio soothe me in and out of sleep. Every now and then I hear the host announce what day it is when the burning in my body eases and I am conscious long enough to hear. Sometimes my skin feels like it is rippling, like the waves on the lake with a soft summer breeze.

Sometimes, it feels like my bones would break with every bump Alex’s truck hits, only to realign without warning. Sometimes, I can smell the tang of blood in the air and wonder if it is from me or a poor animal hit on the side of the road. Sometimes a lullaby that is so familiar but hard to remember where I heard it from is sang to me and in my moments of consciousness and asking Alex about it, I learn that no one in the pack has ever sang it to me. I remember one night on the long drive the sound of a dying animal howling filled my ears, it wasn’t until Alex pleaded for me