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“No!” Tight sob hung in my throat as the wolf tugged my clothes harder.

“Valkyrie!” 

I jolted at the mention of my name. Sweat clung to my body, my breath was ragged and my eyes pricked with tears.

Panic clawed at my chest. Azira stared frantically, her eyes were misty, and her breathing was sharp.

“Water.” I rasped, bringing my hand to my throat. She brought a cup of water to my lips.

The dream. That same black, scary, big wolf came again. But this time, it was ...