The dream had been getting worse. Each day it grew more intense, more dangerous.
And Rein knew why.
Moh'dredion was angry.
"Get mad all you'd like," he growled, running along the thin, rocky ridge, fully aware of, but not looking down at, the sheer drop off on either side. Dark clouds billowed in the unnatural, sickly gray-green sky, heralding another storm. And behind him...he could still hear the beasts coming.
"You can throw at me whatever your twisted mind can dream up, but you're not getting what you want, you bastard. You hear me?" Rein shouted, as big fat drops of rain began to fall, stinging his face. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky, followed by a rolling rumble of thunder. "Is this it? Is this the best you can do?"
The rain fell harder, creating rivulets of wate
