Creed’s pov.

“I can’t get the dream out of my fucking head!” I shout, feeling extremely frustrated.

Glenda sighs for the fifth time now, everytime she asks me about it I tell her the same thing, the forest was burnt, the ground was littered in bodies and blood and a figure whispers that we would all die.

“What does it mean?” I mutter, sitting down at my desk feeling defeated.

I still feel like such an asshole after walking out of our room like that on Lily. The look on her ...