Griffin~
Three days ago, I woke up gasping like I'd just clawed my way out of hell—because maybe I had.
My first blurry sight was a ceiling that shimmered faintly, like moonlight filtering through water. My lungs burned, my throat scraped dry, and every part of me felt heavy. I blinked hard, trying to focus, and then I saw her.
Natalie.
She stood over me like some goddess descending from the stars—beautiful, radiant, with her hair glowing gold under the strange light. But there was also something hard in her eyes. Like she'd already made a hundred impossible choices and wasn't ready to trust me just yet.
Behind her stood a tall guy with fiery red hair—Fox, I'd later found out was his name. His eyes gleamed like molten gold, and the heat rolling off him made the air shimmer. Next to him was Jacob. Mist. The damn Wolf Spirit himself, smirking like he knew something the rest of us didn't.
I was lying in some kind of glass coffin, and all I could think was: Did I die?
