JANAYAH
Darkness churned behind my eyelids.
Not sleep.
Not awake.
Somewhere… between.
Blurry shapes floated in and out—shadows bending, stretching, dissolving before I could understand them.
Colours bled like water.
Faces shifted.
Voices warped, muffled like they were trapped underwater.
Then everything snapped into focus—
And I was back in Bloodmoon Pack.
Back in hell.
The omega stood inches from me,...