Once when she woke up, she saw wolves standing in the doorway, snarling. Before she could panic, she passed out again. The next time she woke up, her sister was peering in through one of the small windows. “Wolves, Sarah. Run,” she mumbled, then slipped back into her mental abyss. The next time she came to, it was pitch-black, and her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth. “Water,” she muttered, and felt around in her bed until she found her stash, knowing she had to hydrate so her internal organs would not shut down. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold the bottle, but she drank until it was gone. Easy, honey. Too much, too fast. She tried to sit up, but didn’t have the strength. “Cameron? Is that you?” When no one answered, she dropped her head and closed her eyes. “I’m lost, Cameron.
