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0146: Not Dead Yet

Author: FlyingDove
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 04:49:59

JACKSON’S POV

The darkness had finally cleared. It wasn’t just blackness—it felt like I’d been stuck under something heavy and thick, like trying to breathe through mud.

I didn’t know how long I was trapped in that place, floating somewhere between pain and silence, but something sharp pulled me out.

A scent. Honey. Wildflowers. Cinnamon.

Karen.

My eyes fluttered open, the light stabbing into them. My head pounded, my body ached like I’d been hit by a truck—no, a pack of angry Lycans. Everything hurt. But through it all, I saw her.

She was curled up beside my bed in a chair, her head resting against the edge, one hand holding mine like it was her lifeline.

“Karen?” My voice came out cracked and rough, like gravel scraping concrete.

Her head shot up so fast I thought she might hurt herself. The moment our eyes met, hers filled with tears. Then she threw herself forward and cupped my face with trembling hands.

“Jackson…” Her voice broke. “Moon Goddess—you’re awake.”

I tried to sit up, b
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