My lycan whimpers. I'm disarmed when I understand why she is struggling and crying. My mate is dreaming about the day of her assault. I shake her, waking her from the depths of her nightmare. She jolts awake, sitting and looking around. Her body is shaking like a leaf on a breezy day. Her face is fear--stricken, as she looks at me with a wary gaze. It's like I'm a stranger to her. 

" You were having a nightmare, but you're safe now," I coo. 

Apphia ...