𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋
Hours passed or maybe days. Time had no meaning in the frozen dark.
The relentless nightmares came in waves. All of them merciless, each one pulling me under like drowning in ice water.
Anya screaming as they tore her from my arms. My mother's blood spreading across white snow like a grotesque painting. My father's body swinging, swinging, swinging. The crack of his neck echoing in my skull.
Selene's warmth slipping through my fingers like melted snow over and over and over.
I tried to wake but couldn't while the cold held me suspended in this hellish limbo between consciousness and oblivion, trapped in memories I'd spent years burying.
Then, finally surfaced, my eyes opening to blinding white light.
Everything felt wrong.
