Valka
My head felt like it was filled with wool. And my lashes fluttered against the sound of new voices in the bedroom.
"I've never seen anything like it," a wizened voice muttered. "I can only help soothe the ache that comes with it. If it is a battle of wills, there is not much that can be done, save for the intervention of the gods. You may take Majda with you to keep an eye on her…"
A bit of quiet. The voices grew further out, leaving the room altogether. My lashes fluttered and my vision swam. I was in a cave, an alcove. The ache in the back of my head was unbearable. I tried to push up from the bed and ended on the ground.
"You should not rise. You are unwell…" A soft voice said, but there were many voices.
Around me. Inside me.
Murderer. Liar. Witch. Lycan-whoring cunt. Gritting my teeth, I closed my hands over my ears, whimpering. "Shut up."
