Cursing the Moon Goddess

Chapter Twenty Eight

Mikaela POV

Darkness surrounds me. A feeling of heaviness lifts slowly from me. Like waking up to nothing. I can't describe it. It's not numbness, it's more like nothingness. I think I'm not dreaming, but I don't feel awake either. I try to focus my sight. But darkness surrounds me. No matter how much I blink, I can't see a thing, I try turning my head, to find something, anything. Because I feel I'm going to go insane if I don't see a thing. Could it be that I'm blind?

As I feel myself panicking a little, I stumble, and as I'm not able to see a thing, I panic a little more. Then, some kind of silvery-white foggy spot appears in front of me, with a silhouette inside it. Very blurry on the edges. I think maybe it's a woman, she looks like a very tall person. I try to focus my sight better, and step closer to the fog, but I don't seem to get anywhere. I can't even feel my feet, or the ground, and that makes me lose my balance completely. I fall back and get caught by warm big hands.

- What are you doing Mikaela? – I recognize Asher's voice. It's coming from above my head. I look up towards the sound and I can see his face between the darkness, as if a very weak light was above him. His eyes are cold. I never noticed this before, it had been a long time since I met his eyes. I remember the last time I saw them, they were full of hate. Now there's no trace of that, only coldness. Somehow, this hurt much more than the hate.

I don't know what he means by his question. I don't know where I am, or why he's here or anything at all. I start to remember that he stabbed me, and I died... I think... am I dead?

Asher pushes me away and there are now a few steps separating us. The weak light that's illuminating his face is white. No, not white, more like silver... like the fog and like the moon. I look up to find the source of light but see nothing. I look around to see the fog again, but it's gone. Then, I try to look at myself, but see nothing either. All I can see is Asher's face, and upper body, the trace of his neck, chest and shoulders. I think he's naked. Does this mean I'm naked too?

I bring my hands to where my chest should be, and as I suspected, only skin. I look down and see nothing. Why can't I see myself?

I look back at Asher angrier than I've ever felt before.

- What do you want? Why are you here?! YOU KILLED ME! – I scream, letting my anger out.

- You're not dead yet. – Asher says.

- Yet? – I ask half hysterically. – So, I am dying. Is this some kind of limbo?

- You can't see anything, can you? – Asher asks. He's studying me, my face, my reactions.

- What am I supposed to see? – I ask, looking him in the eye.

- Whatever she wants you to see. -He says and looks over his shoulder.

- Is there someone else here? – I ask.

- Not really. – Asher says.

- Why are you here? – I ask him. I guess I'm here because I'm dying, is he dying as well?

- I come here sometimes. – Asher says.

- What? – I ask not believing in him. This means he's not dying. Only I am. Why can he be here?

- It's their world. It's where they go when they're not in your head. – Asher tells me.

- The wolf dimension? - I ask incredulously.

- Not a dimension, more like a parallel world. – He says. – I guess your wolf has never shown you.

His last words hurt me. Did he mean our wolves are supposed to show us this world? Why did mine never tell me about this?