Chapitre 74: Fate. Hate. Mate.

ZINA

Zina's body felt lighter when she came to. A probable sign that she was no longer in wolf form. The only problem was that her mind was such a grainy mess that she hardly remembered anything.

The mere act of thinking, or recollecting forgotten memories for that matter, slammed within her a fierce headache. So she stopped trying.

Where was she? And who was she?

Somehow, she knew those questions weren't as important as the lingering fact that her body had undergone such a brutal change in the last twenty-four hours. Even if she didn't remember anything, the agony that was still palpable through her body was not one she could easily forget.

And of those changes was the fact that her eyes were wide open, taking in her surroundings.

Perhaps she was in heaven, or perhaps it was hell.