~ TESS ~

I’m dreaming.

"I have to be dreaming," I think as I watch in horror while the red... no, yellow eyes of the beast narrow, its giant teeth coming right at me with hunger.

I scream—or try to—but there’s no sound. My arms are too heavy to lift, and my feet feel stuck to the floor. Lyra stands behind the couch, her face shifting into something animalistic.

I tear my gaze from her, focusing on the wolf that snarls and bares its ...