Page 72 of Midnight Moon
My body flew backwards and collided with the invisible barrier. Pain seared through my veins like burning acid, eating away at every cell and molecule in my body.
My wolf screamed.
I screamed.
But no amount of screaming could save us.
I fell forward. At the last second, I managed to rotate so I’d land on my back.
A black curtain was drawn over my vision. I couldn’t see a thing, and I could barely make out the continued chants of the sorcerers.
My mind began to shut down. I fought against it, knowing loss of consciousness would be the end for me.
But the pain was just too great.
Sweet oblivion lured me close. It promised respite and peace, and I struggled with the desire to answer its call.
Just as I was about to succumb, a loud roar pierced the pain-filled chaos that assaulted my senses.
The sound tugged at my soul, refusing to release me into the peaceful abyss.
Oblivion faded away. I managed to tug at the dark curtain covering my eyelids. They fluttered as streaks of blue and orange light flew above me.
The chanting ceased, replaced by cries of alarm and suffering.
My wolf whimpered, but I was too weak to send it reassuring thoughts.
The light show continued overhead, but my fight against the darkness started to waver. Whatever power the roar had held over me slowly faded.
Oblivion licked its plump lips and proceeded to devour me.
I tried to cry out one last time, but I’d already fallen prey to the enticing embrace of the Great Beyond.
Twenty
I never wonderedwhat death would feel like, and the truth surprised me.
Sure, the beginning had been painful, but it wasn’t long before the experience turned blissful. Cold numbed me, and I no longer felt pain’s sting.
A delicate, soothing voice whispered in my ear, urging me closer to the abyss. I wanted nothing more than to reach Her. I yearned for the peace She could give.
“Come on, Blair. You’re too stubborn to die.”
Like a jolt of electricity, the intruding voice struck down the beckoning one. Comforting bliss faded back to agony as I was yanked out of death’s clutches.
The first thing I noticed was pressure against my frigid lips. Hot air poured into my throat, then strong hands pushed my chest.
“Come on, Blair,”the voice repeated.
Warmth slowly replaced the cold. It spread from my lips to my chest, and throughout all four limbs.
The sensation stung, but it also soothed. My soul swelled with contentment, and my body ached with pleasure. It felt as if I’d been waiting my entire life to be wrapped in this feeling.
I never wanted to be free of it.
Another gust of hot breath poured down my throat, and my lungs rattled with a shaky inhale.
The pressure on my mouth disappeared.“That’s it, Blair. Come back to me.”
