Maya thought she was dreaming at first when she heard her name in the dark. She couldn't see her hand in front of her, not that she had any energy to lift it.
She couldn't move; her body felt like heavy metal. She couldn't even adjust to a more comfortable position. She could tell a rock was poking her back, but she was too numb to pinpoint exactly where.
She was glad for the numbness and the cold—it helped the pain—but she was very worried she might fall asleep and never wake up. So, when she heard her name echoing through the walls, she was sure she was dreaming.
She recognized the voice, and it further solidified the fact that she was dreaming. There was no way Winnie knew where she was, and even if she did, Maya couldn't help but think she wouldn't come for her.
Her mate was injured, badly enough that he wouldn't survive. Technically, it was her fault—the High Alpha wanted her to go back home by all means.
How is that your fault?
