This is A. Atwater-Rhodes' stuff…. Etc….
I wake up. I feel so sore; I don't think I can move. My senses are besieged by stress and as I struggle to lift my head, and then my arms. My eyes open and squint at the light I have not experienced in such a long time.
I'm on a bed and my hands claw at the lushly embroidered fabric beneath me. With much effort I prop myself up but cringe at the pain on my stomach. Looking down I see a bandaged wound and remember the fight. Where did the wolf go? Oh yeah, he's dead. I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory and flop back down on the supportive bed. Then, terror washes over me. Zane!
I know this is a very, verrrry, VERRRRRRY, short chapter, but I have a dilemma, I don't know what to write next…. Should Zane die? (that would be very sad, I know T-T) Please tell me what you think!
