Shyla’s P.O.V.

“Shyla!”

I heard someone calling out my name loud and clear, confusing me at the moment. All I could see was impenetrable darkness, the waves after waves of cold freezing me.

Was I dead?

Only the dead could feel frostiness coursing through their veins, unable to move their bodies. Slowly, my mind reminded me of the rain and storm, the memories of being abandoned by my mate came crashing to cut through my heart.

Pain!

A whimper escaped my mouth as it was difficult to pinpoint its origin, but it was the only sensation beside the coldness in my body. Then I saw Maddox, illuminated by milky white...