~After five long months of her comatose sleep, Teimhnin has awoken in the lands of her new pack. Not once has Jace left her side and her is there with her now~
Upon waking up, Teimhnin had no clue where she was or when she had been brought there. Her mind had been a bliss of dark, except for the labyrinth. She had known she was unconscious and that everything else was gone, but the place in her mind had felt so real. The hedges that formed the impossible maze were full of thick, sturdy branches and spring green pine needles. The vibrancy and unnatural colors around her should’ve given her a hint or even a clue. Instead there was nothing but the far off sounds of battle and destruction caused by only heaven knows what. The sounds were behind her, forcing her into the labyrinth of hedges whether she liked it or not. She feared what was behind her when she should’ve feared what was to come. Teimhnin has marched into the depths of her own mind and gotten lost within her own thoughts. It was a terrifying thing to think when she looked back at it now, but there was no turning back. The first thing she noticed was that her wolf was nowhere to be found. The woman would look and look, calling to the one thing that made her whole even though it proved to be unsuccessful. The deep stages of mourning began in denial. Knowing how much she loved her wolf, it was hard to grasp that she was gone. Teimhnin slowly began to gather the understanding that she was either dead or dying in this place, but it all seemed like far off memories. Realizing her wolf was gone from her set her off into the labyrinth. Ever corner she turned, she almost swore she could see that tall, white figure flickering and leading her. Sometimes she could hear the voice that used to be inside of her speaking, telling her that this was wrong and she needed to stop running and turn around. Every time she almost listened, the noises of battle would become a roar in her ears. Sometimes, the echoing voice of her father would tell her to run, to get revenge on the person that was causing such noise. The hard thuds of paws would come behind her and set off a whole new reign of terror before she moved father into the lightening paths of her mind. One peculiar thing was how light the colored seemed to be fading. What was once spring green was now an almost blinding neon. The ground beneath her was fading into one of the lightest pastel yellows she had ever seen. Walking ever farther, Teimhnin realized that in the end there would be a blinding light. The woman didn’t care though, and she kept running from the noises behind her. At least five more steps and she realized that she was stepping on nothing, that there was nothing. Somehow, she could feel that the very end was near and that she would soon be stepping off of an invisible ledge. That was when she saw her wolf, barely visible and flickering in an out of view. She couldn’t tell how relieved she was, but it seemed like her wolf was in pain. “That.... is your death, Teimhnin. You step from this ledge, and you lose it all. The life you were going to have, what we were capable of doing will all be ruined. I will die and never see you again, let alone all of the others. Are you ready to take that step?” As her wolf finished speaking, the flickering began even more intensely. Teimhnin had no voice, had nothing she wanted to say. She knew she wasn’t ready, knew that she didn’t want to go this way yet. As she turned, her wolf gave her a knowing look and moved towards the woman. Teimhnin reach out her hand and placed it on her wolf as a crack of blinding light struck around them. With her eyes closed, she felt a great impact before everything was black.
Silver eyes fluttered open for the first time in six months, and she felt as is she had been hit by a bus. It was silent at first and she had thought she had gone deaf. For a moment the memories remained with her, or at least all she could remember. Garrett. Her body tied to the tracks after he had done unmentionable things to her. Teimhnin looked around the room, fearing that he was here with her somewhere.The room seemed strangely comfortable, as if all the stops were pulled out to make sure she was cozy. There was a large window to her left that she could only see water of the ocean. Waves tossed and rolled, moving and crashing into the rocks of the shore. Why Teimhnin was on a beach and not inside of a dungeon, she didn’t know. Another thing she realized was that she felt very, very weak. Her eyes moved over to glance at her body from the corner of her eye. After Garrett had done what he had done, she feared that she had just awoken pregnant. It would explain why she was so exhausted and weak, but not the IV that was injecting fluids into her arm. Her eyes widened and she looked up at what whoever had captured her was giving her. It seemed like any normal bag of fluids, but it was the trey next to the stand that gave her cause for concern. Either just recently or a matter of hours ago, someone had been giving her their blood. Why, she had no clue. She felt weak, but she was not inured. Teimhnin was banishing the memories from her mind with each new glance about the room. Being able to walk was an unlikely possibility with how weak only her arms were. She didn’t think she would be able to move the left one, but the right was weighed down by something. Before she dared to look, she took one more listen and found nothing but peace. Taking a dry gulp of air, she slowly turned her head to see what was weighing her arm down. The minute she saw the hand, it seemed like her arm could feel. Suddenly her whole body was warm and it seemed like only that hand was causing it. It was extremely warm on her cold skin, and suddenly she remember that same hand on her before. Except that hand had been a tan, healthy bronze. The one she was looking at now seemed to be the washed out version of the hand she had seen in her memories. For some reason, the hand meant so many important things to her. Teimhnin realized that the hand was connected to a person, and one look at his face set the memories of him free. The Griffen and her position in Braveheart. Then there was him, the handsome face of a man before her. Even though his eyes were closed in sleep, she knew he had a pair of the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. That his hair was so soft and silky when she ran her hands through it. He was the one she had met after work and they had spent so much time together. It had all started with that first night, and she could see their bodies in a passionate embrace as they pleasured each other. It was the very first night that set off all her feelings for this man. Then there was the memory yet again at Griffen with him. He had angered her by talking about someone important to her, but it had ended in one of the most happiest evenings of her life. Teimhnin looked to her hand, hoping to find the beautiful ring there. When she saw it gone, she began to worry before turning her attention back to the man. He was the one that had given it to her, speaking words of love and marriage. It took her a few moments to realize that she had accepted with all she had in her. He was the one who had come for her, saved her from Garrett and whoever else had been there to hurt her. This was Jace, and he was going to be her mate.
Her hand was clasped in Jace’s, but she had enough strength to move it from his grasp. Slowly and gently, her hand lifted to brush her fingers along the sides of his face. Like a feathered touch her hand felt along his cheek bones and jaw. Teimhnin’s hand moves to his forehead, gently feeling the ends of his soft hair. Why he looked so tired, she didn’t know. Didn’t he feed himself? Had he been taking care of himself? Suddenly, she wanted to know how long she had been in that labyrinth of her mind and how he had fared without her. As her fingers felt the skin of his face, she blinked and watched him sleep. Teimhnin was sure he had brought her here, but where was Alex? Yes, that was his name. She remembered him as being one of the ones who had helped save her. Then there was the vampire, she felt his bites tearing into her skin and lighting her blood on fire. All of the sudden, there was him. The Alpha werewolf who she had snuck into his pack and tricked everyone. He murdered her family in return though she banished that thought from her mind. Teimhnin’s eyes and mind turned back to Jace and her concern for him. Pressing her fingers beneath his chin, she tried to lift his face in an attempt to wake him up. Opening her mouth, all she could speak was air. A glass of water rested on her nightstand and she lifted it gently to drink from it. She felt refreshed and though her lips were still chapped, she knew she could speak. Opening her mouth once more, she spoke. “Jace....”