Fake

Vinorca Jona POV Another voice fell into my ears, causing me to shiver on the spot. Is it Dante? But it doesn't sound like him. I can't even halt my feet to explain or defend myself, as they are working their own. Shit! I really want it to stop. ‘Don't worry, it's not Dante at all,’ the voice replied. I don't understand what's happening or why it has to be like this—two voices inside my head speaking as if they're conversing with each other. Whoever said, "Leaving for Good," isn't Dante. It's the voice inside my head speaking as if two people are residing there. ‘Why are you so scared, Vinorca? Chill out,” came a response inside my head, shocking me. I'm certain that I'm not talking to myself. Someone is inside my head, and there are two distinct tones and pitches I can hear. But who are they? My wolf? ‘What do you think? You're stressing your head more than necessary. Leave this topic aside and keep running,’ both voices loudly commanded, and suddenly my pace changed from slow to fast