Chapter 19

There’s a light. A light?!? You’re kidding me. All those stories about a light at the end of a tunnel are real? Heaven is real, and werewolves go to heaven? I find myself laughing. Laughing? Can you laugh when you’re dead? I push myself up with my hands, and my finger brushes the pen as I do. Fuck. I’m still here. Just four cold stone walls. I must have dropped the pen and healed, but there is a light.

What is that? I try to stand up and fall—I guess bleeding out of the floor takes it out of you. I’ll crawl then. One hand over the other, one inch at a time. I’ve nearly reached it when my head bumps into the stone wall. It’s in the wall? No, it’s in the crack in the wall.

I pull the familiar rock out of the way, and there sits the little gold ring in a pool of my blood, a soft glow emitting from it. I can’t help but reach for it. It feels like sunshine, like pure happiness. The moment I touch it, I feel like a weight has been lifted, my soul washed. My self-doubt and pity draining away