ASHLEY

I didn't know what day it was or what time of the day. I was being drawn away from the real world with each passing minute.

I was being haunted in my sleep, again.

And like the other times, I could hear Alpha Hendrix's voice. I always heard it in my sleep, faint at first, then louder. But I'm always unable to understand the words. It felt like he was speaking a strange language. I was tossing again. I felt restless. It was as if his claws were scratching my chest, digging for my ...