My arm still wrapped around her neck as I squeezed tightly. My body released my seed deep inside her.
Softening up my grip I heard Katara's panting body as mine did the same.
"Just admit you stole it... and I could stop tomorrow," I whispered in he...
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3 Days Later
In a sudden breath, I inhaled a strong gust of air circulating around me and felt my soul awoken from what felt like a deep hibernation. My lips smacked together as my eyes bulged out, and a bright candlelight flickered all around me.
Sweat clung cold to my skin. My body felt clammy, heavy, yet unsteady—as though I had only just awakened from a deep, unnatural hibernation. I forced myself upright, moving slowly, my head light as if hollow. Pain lanced through my neck, burning, and the ache in my skull pulsed like a drumbeat against my temples. My back—my back seared with a sting so sharp it stole my breath. I tried to remember why, but nothing came. Only fragments. Only emptiness.
My vision, blurry at first, sharpened in fits. A single candle stood on the nightstand, its wax pooled and hardened down the sides, the flame bowing and straightening with the faint draft in the room. The air was thick, heavy with warmth and smoke. My throat scratched raw, my stomach cramped with a dry, groggy weight that made me nauseous.
*creek*
The bed beneath me groaned when I shifted, the sound jarring in the quiet. Hunching forward, trying to push the blanket off—but the instant I lifted my hands, pain flashed through my body, so fierce I froze mid-motion. My breath caught.
"Oh my.."
My heart skipped a beat as I took in my surroundings. I had expected cold metal bars, shadows, a cell to trap me. Instead, I found myself in the middle of a luxurious room—and even more surprising was the warmth, the sense of home that washed over me instantly. Years had passed, and I had been alone, scared, untethered. And now... it felt like I was home again. But how could that be? It looked like home, yet something was off, something that made me pause and shiver.
The furniture carried an authentic Water Tribe feel, the kind I had longed for over the years. A large blue-and-white tapestry of my heritage hung proudly across the far wall, its patterns flowing like the waves of the ocean, proud and familiar. Against the same wall stood a long, deep-blue dresser, rectangular and sturdy, topped with a grand mirror framed in pale white trim that caught the flickering candlelight.
A thick, deep-blue rug covered the floor, lined with plush cushions around a low tea table, inviting comfort instead of ceremony or judgment. I looked down at the white fur blanket draped over me. Its softness made me catch my breath. I pressed it between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it vigorously, trying to anchor myself to its fine, delicate fibers.
It's made of ...wolf? I whispered in my mind, trying to grasp what had been done for me, and where I was.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I tried to stand, desperate to see the room fully, desperate to make sense of where I was. But the moment my feet touched the floor, a sharp, electrified pain shot through my back, searing and relentless, stopping me in my tracks..
