STARLIGHT PROMISE:"Bound to the Lycan"

CHAPTER 12

AMORA'S POV;

                       "No, no, no... let me go... Why is everything so blurry? I'm fighting, but against whom? The details are slipping away, lost in this murky haze. My body aches, my soul cries out in pain... every part of me is screaming for release. I want to escape this nightmare, to tear myself free from this suffocating grip, but my mind refuses to let me go. I can't breathe... it's like the darkness is closing in on me, tightening its hold. Someone, anyone, please... help me. I can't stay here any longer..."

These desperate words echoed in my mind, reverberating through the vast expanse of my consciousness, looping endlessly like a broken record. The terror was so real, so palpable, that it felt as if I was drowning in it, sinking deeper into an abyss from which there was no escape. The fear was like a living entity, wrapping itself around me, squeezing the very breath from my lungs, making every breath a battle. I was trapped in a nightmare so vivid, so all-encompassing, that it felt more real than the world I knew. The darkness wasn't just around me—it was inside me, filling every crevice of my being, threatening to consume me whole.

I was lost in this labyrinth of terror, with no sense of direction, no way to break free. The more I fought, the more I struggled, the deeper I sank into this pit of despair. My body was heavy with exhaustion, every muscle screaming in protest as I tried to claw my way out of the darkness. But no matter how hard I fought, it was like fighting against a phantom—something intangible, something I couldn't touch, couldn't grasp. My hands flailed in the void, finding nothing but cold, empty air. I was alone in this battle, isolated in a world of pain and fear, with no one to save me from the horrors that lurked in the shadows.

"Amora! Amora! Wake up! It's just a dream, snap out of it!"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the suffocating fog, a beacon of light in the endless sea of darkness. It was like a lifeline, pulling me back from the brink, guiding me back to the surface. The voice was familiar, strong and commanding, yet there was an underlying urgency, a desperate plea that I couldn't ignore. My body responded instinctively, jolting awake as if an electric shock had surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a deafening drum in the silence of the night. My breath came in ragged gasps as I tried to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that clung to me like a shadow.

"Breathe... breathe... you're safe," the voice said, calm yet tinged with concern.

I clung to that voice, using it as an anchor to ground myself in reality. Slowly, the terror began to recede, like a tide pulling back from the shore, leaving behind only the remnants of the nightmare that had gripped me so tightly. My eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus, but my vision was still clouded, my mind sluggish and disoriented. It was like waking up underwater, the world around me muted, distorted, and difficult to understand. I felt like I was still half in the nightmare, my body still trembling with the fear that had coursed through me.

"I... I..." I tried to speak, but my voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. The words stuck in my throat, tangled with the fear and confusion that still lingered in my mind.

"What was your nightmare about?" the voice asked, gentle but insistent.

The question pulled me further out of the fog, forcing me to confront the images that still flickered in the back of my mind. I turned my head, my eyes finally beginning to focus on the figure beside me. It was him—the man who had saved me, the one who had been there when I'd cried out for help. His face was etched with concern, his usually unreadable features softened by something I couldn't quite place—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Wait... How did you know I had a nightmare?" I asked, my voice still shaky, my mind still struggling to catch up.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture that spoke of weariness and exasperation. "I'm not a fool, Amora. I can tell the difference between a dream and a nightmare... and the mess you've made even proves it."