Elisabeth's POV
Growing up with cautious parents meant I'd lived a sheltered life. No broken bones, no dangerous accidents, and definitely nothing as serious as severe burns.
Yet if I had to imagine what third-degree burns felt like, it would be exactly like this. Every nerve ending screamed in agony, waves of fire racing through my body with relentless intensity.
I moaned, fighting to pry my eyes open as fragmented memories crashed over me like a tidal wave.
The crushing panic attack.
Those ruthless hunters.
"There's something you need to see."
Then complete blackness.
The thought of the hunters sent adrenaline surging through my system, cutting through the mental haze. My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright, ignoring how the movement sent fresh spikes of agony radiating through my core.
