AISLYN

I wake up the next morning with the same strange dream that has been hunting me for some days now.

Sweat gathers in my forehead as I sit up on the bed panting for air.

My wolf whines restlessly, and I feel my heart pounding inside my chest.

“What could this dream be,” I ask myself.

Nothing is clear, not the faces, not the dream itself either.

Even the voices sound too distant and faraway.

It's hard to make sense of anything, not when it's so unclear.

But one thing remains ...