Willow’s POV

The first thing I felt was the pressure. The weight of the earth above me pressed against my chest, making every shallow breath a struggle. I opened my eyes to total darkness, the realization sinking in that I was still buried. For a split second, panic clawed at my mind. My instincts screamed to thrash and claw my way out, but I forced myself to remain calm.

I wasn’t the same Willow who had been laid in this grave three days ago.

Closing my eyes, I drew in what little ...