Savannah's POV
The sensation of drowning overwhelmed me completely.
Every werewolf learns to swim before they can properly walk. It flows through our blood like an ancient instinct. The idea of a werewolf drowning defies everything we are.
Yet here I was, suffocating without a single drop of water near my skin.
My body felt foreign, uncontrollable. Pure madness crashed over me in waves, dragging me under into depths that existed only in my mind.
The cruelest part was that I remained completely dry.
"Savannah, focus on me. Just breathe, baby, breathe."
Jonathan's voice reached me through the haze, tender and desperate. But nothing could stop the feeling of thick tar sliding down my throat, filling my lungs with poison.
