Seren
I shot straight up in bed, chest heaving, heart racing as the terror from my nightmare clung to the edges of my waking mind. The dream—a swirling vortex of shadows and whispers and remembered pain—had evaporated, leaving behind only the chilling residue of fear. I fumbled for the bedside lamp, the sudden light a meager shield against the encroaching darkness that still seemed to press against the bedroom walls.
Duncan’s scent was faint, barely lingering, though he hadn’t been gone for a full day yet. We’d had no word from the group that went to Blood Moon when I’d gone to bed. Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was just past three, I doubted that had changed. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cold hardwood a shock to my bare feet. A shiver traced its way up my spi
