As I made my way towards the stairs, I felt my heart waver at what I was about to do. It wasn’t like I was sure about anything. It might be a dream. A constant, nagging dream. Or it might not be. I didn’t even believe myself, who would believe me? And what if this was nothing? I might be delusional or getting imaginative since I was in a world where wolves and powers lived.
I paused and sighed. I could turn back and ignore all this, I could pretend that I saw nothing and go about my way. But even as I thought that, my legs refused to move. I have been unsure of a lot of things since I came to that godforsaken place. But these feelings, the dreams, they were becoming overwhelming, like shadows pulling me to darkness. This was as sure as I had ever been, and once my thought was rooted in so
