Belles' POV

The smell of roses filled the air. I recognize the fragrance even from my sleep.

It's sweet smell was never competitive with any other flower I know. It has a way of announcing itself in the environment.

I found it difficult to blink my eyes open. It felt somewhat heavy.

An offensive smell, overshadowed the flower's all of a sudden.

I was in a close space with mud rising from the ground.

I saw it again—the lone wolf. It was up on the whole ready to jump down.

I was shivering ...