Chapter 8

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW 

Cold.

That's the first thing I feel. Cold earth beneath my skin. Cold air filling my lungs. Cold wetness seeping through what's left of my clothes.

My eyes snap open to darkness pierced by moonlight. 

Flashes of fire flood my memory. Screaming wind. Her voice ..... my wolf 

.... howling not in pain but in birth. And then darkness. Cold.

Trees tower above me like ancient guardians, their branches reaching toward ...