CHAPTER FOURTY SEVEN

Reincarnated Chloe's pov I'm in the place where the myths talk about—the peaceful aboard with the moon goddess. I'm swimming in a feather bed that massages all the burnt-out muscles in my body. Am I dead? Oh yes, you are. How else will you be feeling this much softness? My mind howls at me. But if I'm dead, what are these small cranky sounds I hear? Where are they from? Although my eyes are closed, I can still hear a faint noise. The question is, how and when did I die? If my memories are still intact...I remember running into the wild forest and wolfing out, not out of personal control but because she had the strength needed to run. I am very certain that there is no soft furniture in the wild forest, and there is no such chill as what I'm feeling either. I'm too weak to open my eyes, to move my limbs, to do anything. But I can still feel and understand what I'm feeling. "She's waking up. Let the Alpha know he can see her." A male voice says almost frantically. Wait what?