Willow's POV

The dream had felt so real, I doubted whether it had happened or not. When I opened my eyes, disoriented and still groggy, fragments of what had happened came crashing into my mind like a tidal wave. The sound of the gunshot, the tranquilizers, the kids running toward the gate, my voice screaming for them to run. The room spun as I scrambled to my feet. I felt the rush of adrenaline push me forward, ignoring the ache in my head, as I raced around the house, calling ...