Austin's POV
Cough, cough, cough.
I struggled to breathe. The water in my airway penetrated my intestines like a needle, causing me to vomit the remaining wolfsbane in my stomach.
I was still alive. I tried to call my wolf, but there was no response. It seemed that my body was too damaged to call him out.
Penelope helped me to a cave, and then I passed out again.
Like poison ivy, wolfsbane crept into my veins. I went into a coma and lost my sanity. I occasionally saw my deceased mother; occasionally I saw Penelope, and occasionally I saw my father. The three of their faces kept coming back and going away, then came together to form a huge web that ensnared me.
I was not sure how much time passed before I opened my eyes and found Penelope lying beside me.
Was this an illusion or a dream?
