Chapter 107: His comforting presence

In the depths of the night, Ziana found herself sprinting through an ominous field, pursued by a horde of supernatural creatures—demons, vampires, and werewolves. Their malevolent presence bore down on her, fear clutching at her heart as she fled for her life. The terror of the chase consumed her, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears.

With a sudden gasp, Ziana jolted awake in her room. Wide eyes fixed on the shadowy ceiling, she sat up abruptly, breaths ragged and uneven. Panic swelled within her as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Had she died? Was she in the afterlife again?

As her senses gradually returned, the events of the day flooded back into her consciousness. The memory of her encounter with Jackson, the violent struggle, and the soul-wrenching grip around her throat left her trembling. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she tried to settle into the reality.