Her voice was almost a whisper, "Of a wolf without a face. When he was young, how he grew up, became Alpha, how he leads his pack, and I feel this... intense connection to him that I cannot explain. And when I wake, I look at Ezekiel and...," Her words faltered, but she forced herself to finish what she had started, "And I see cracks. I hear whispers of change. Everyone around me, about Ezekiel feels wrong. I feel like... Something terrible has happened and the person in my dreams is supposed ...