Chapter 197

Marisol's grip on the sheets tightens as she stubbornly fights back the need to shift. Everything felt too much, her room was too small, and her body was too hot. She gasps for breath, her hands flying to her neck as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. It seemed like the dream had succeeded in following her back to reality this time too, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her as dark spots began to flood her vision, her heart threatening to explode. With what felt like the last of her strength, she forced herself to her feet, dragging herself to her wrenched open window to stick her head out of it in a quest to find some clean, unpolluted air. It didn't help. She was wheezing now, coughing so hard it felt like her insides were right at her throat. Her mouth remains wide open. She felt as if it was draining her of her energy, her strength. Her wolf raged. It fought and struggled to free them both. Her grip on the window ledge turns vice, struggling to keep it together.