42. Briss

Jasmine.

I can smell jasmine again. I shift and remember my leg is completely fucked. And what is this? Wooden planks and branches are pressing down on every major organ. A funeral pyre? Am I dead?

Before my heart rate can race off the charts, Shi jumps in. /I couldn’t let them take me from you. One of the Fate’s covered us up. I’m so sorry your leg is still broken./

Shit, how close to death is my wolf having to skirt in order to keep us together? My leg pain is more bearable at least. Struggling against the immovable weight of the wood I mutter curses whilst inhaling that perfect jasmine scent. /She’s close. The jasmine is hers./

I’m thrilled and devastated at the same time. What is she doing here, putting herself in danger? I shrug my shoulders only to feel the branches and sticks shift around me ripping new wounds. A small gap opens up and I can just see the glinting full moon with its ominous red tint.

I can smell fire. I can feel the heat too, I need to get out of this wood p