Rebirth

Havermouth, Present Time

Heath woke into darkness.

His werewolf sight could not even determine a pinprick of light. The darkness was heavy, smothering. “Talen?” He asked. His voice sounded muted, as if he were in a closed, tight space. He reached out and felt nothing however… And that was terrifying. There was no floor, no walls. He did not understand how it was that he was not falling… or perhaps he was.

His breathing was rasped through lungs constricted by panic.

“Shh,” a woman murmured. “Hush now, do not fear. Nothing will harm you here. Indeed,” there was amusement to her voice. “There is nothing here to harm you.”

“Who are you?” He demanded, fear turning into anger. “Some Van Helsing trick?”

“Hmhmhm,” she chuckled softly. “No, white wolf.”

“Where is Talen?” He sat up slowly, relying on his stomach muscles as there wasn’t a floor to brace his hands against. “Where are we? Why… isn’t there a floor?”

“So many questions. We are in the beginning, the aether, the place where we