Desiree jolted awake, gasping for breath as if she had surfaced from drowning. Her chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, damp hair plastered against her forehead, sweat cooling on her skin. The room was still and quiet, but inside her, panic clawed and thrashed as though it hadn’t followed her out of the dream.

It had been more than a week. Every night, the same vivid nightmares, wolves in the shadows, glowing eyes, snarls that rattled her bones. She never saw them clearly, only the ...