Zora’s POV
Throughout the night, I was enveloped with a fever that I was sure was caused by my body trying to heal the wound that the wolf had left on me. In the dimly lit room, whispers and half-formed shadows seemed to dance in the corners, their vague presence taunting the boundaries of my sanity. Each flickering candle flame played tricks on my eyes, casting eerie shapes that defied explanation.
My grip on reality wavered, and I questioned the very fabric of my existence. The lines between what was real and what was not blurred and I was sure I had heard voices, faint echoes of the lords but when I opened my eyes, there was no one there. Their words, if they were real, remained just beyond the reach of comprehension.
The relentless fever made sleeping unbearable and I fell in and ou
