CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

By the time Harold was fully awake, his contorted neck was back to normal and the only pain he felt was like a needle pricking the sides of his neck.

He sat up and looked around and when he was satisfied with the level of safety, he sighed. The forest had returned to its usual serenity and although it was just a little, crickets were croaking at a distance. The star lights were still in obscurity by the immense amount of trees and shrubs that spread out above them but all that was expected hence, nothing out of the ordinary.

“How're you feeling?” Penelope called out as she slowly stood up and walked to where he was. After she'd had a strange encounter with two people that said they were Harold's friends; Trisha and Wilkes, she had revived Derek, too, who was still drifting between consciousness and the other world. Not that she could blame him, though. He couldn't heal fast like her and Harold.