**Kait**

John now formed into a massive black wolf, leaps into the air, claws outstretched and aimed at my throat. I stumble back, running in the opposite direction, but a sliver of a claw catches me on the arm. I cry out as pain flares across my skin.

I run toward the ladder, my only available exit, but John jumps in front of me, and I am, yet again, face to face with a horrible nightmare.

Silver eyes gleam at me in the morning sunlight, white teeth sharp and ...