Emily’s POV
It’s black, nothing, alone. But not alone. Almost like a ghost or phantom remains. Not completely empty but not full. What is this feeling?
“Who is there?” I call out. But no one answers.
“Am I dead?” I call out again. Still no answer. And then I hear a voice say “Wake up Emily!”
I open my eyes to see Mike sitting beside my bed. He is asleep. He has wounds on his face and hands. I look around and I am in the pack clinic. I am hooked up to machines. I feel a hole in my heart. A sadness rush over me. Mike stirs and looks at me.
“Em you’re awake.” He grabs my hand. “Thank goddess. I was so worried.” He says.
“Liam?” I ask. My voice was weak and my mouth is dry. Mike was quiet for a minute. He looks sad and hurt. He didn’t look me in the eyes.
“Liam… he didn’t make it b
