Chapter 97 In The Arms Of Her Mate
- [ELARA]
- When I blink my eyes open, a cold, sharp pain greets me like an unwelcome guest that has overstayed its visit. It’s the kind of ache that feels as though it’s always been there, settling deep in the marrow of my bones. A phantom sensation of suffering, both distant and immediate.
- This is rebirth, is the first coherent thought in my fractured mind. I was dead. But now, I’m not.