ARIA
"Now, you've gotten your wolf. Ariana Leigh Davenport. The last Moonfire. They are doomed. Your mates. The world…you shall consume them whole!"
I gasped, jerking awake. My head smacked into a hard object, and I was instantly blessed with a blinding headache. I cried out in pain, holding my head.
"What the hell, Aria?!" Lance growled.
My eyes flew open, meeting Lance. He was holding his head too. So, I didn't need to ask who it was I had bumped into. My eyes moved around my new environment, and I realised I was no longer in the ritual ground. The shaman wasn't here, and neither was Grandfather Patrick—just me and Lance.
Also, I wasn't in my room.
"Where am I?" I questioned, caressing my temple. I didn't recognise anything except for the strange symbols on the wall. It was the same as what was in the caves as soon as I stepped in.
"In the Shaman chamber," Lance grumbled. "This is going to ruin my look."
