SELENA’S POV

I was sleeping.

Or maybe that was what I remembered doing last when I got home.

I thought I was in a dream until it started to feel real.

I blinked twice, trying to make sense of the surroundings I found myself in. I was in a space that had no entrance or exit. It felt like, no matter how far I ran, I could ever reach the end. I was in the centre of this not entirely dark space that was completely blank. No trees, no buildings, no familiar scents of werewolves—It was ...