CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE
I wake up in a gloomy place which makes me frown.
It’s dark and damp and I sit up, trying to get my eyes adjust to what is before me.
A forest of some sort.
I get to my feet and take a few steps forward before realizing that I am alone. My wolf isn’t here with me.
It’s an unsettling feeling.
Wetting my dry mouth, I call out, “Damien?”
Nothing.
I really don’t like the look of this forest for some reason. It’s creepy.
“Damien!” I shout out now. “Are you here?”
I hear a giggling sound and I freeze in fear.
Oh, God! Don’t let his Arush be some horror movie scene! I can’t handle psycho knife waving freaks!
Another giggle and then a head pops up from a bush.
It’s a child. A child with dark curls and amber eyes, “Hi!”
He really seems like he’s in the wrong place.
“Are you – Are you lost, kid?” I ask, weakly. “Maybe you’re supposed to be in someone else’s Arush.”
He grins, “Who’re you?”