Aria's POV
The next few days passed slowly. The witch continued monitoring me, checking my pulse, my eyes, my breathing, and even my wolf's condition. Every time she examined me, she gave me the same answer.
"You are recovering well."
But I wasn't convinced. Because every night, the girl returned. The first night, she had stood beneath the trees. The second night, she had been closer. The third night, I could see her face clearly. And by the fourth night, I could hear her voice.
I stood in the same strange forest, surrounded by silver mist. The girl was standing only a few steps away from me.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Her lips moved. I strained to hear her.
"Aria..."
My heart jumped. "What?"
She spoke again, but her voice dissolved beneath a strange rushing sound. I stepped closer.
