Isadora gasped awake. She sat up immediately, clutching her hand against her chest, feeling the absurd thud of her heartbeat. Her body quivered from an unfamiliar cold, driving extreme chills down her spine.
'What is this feeling?' she thought, eyes wide and bewildered.
The sensation seized her so hard that it felt like she was suffocating in her own mind.
She ran a hand through her hair, eyes scanning the empty room.
"Kraven..." she voiced, searching for him, but the room remained empty. 'Where did he go?'
The unfamiliar feeling came again, and before she could think of anything else... she tossed the covers off her body, swaying her legs away from the bed.
A deep hiss fled from her as the ache shot through. For a minute, she couldn't breathe properly as her body tried to filter the pain; however, her eagerness to find Kraven numbed it.
