LEONARDS P.O.V
On our way back to the Pack House, I make Steve stop the car for some hours for me to sleep in a little bit without any movement because the headache hasn't left me since it has been hours and right now it's becoming quite unbearable and with the car moving, I feel like I'm being taken to the afterlife.
But it only worsens because I have the same dream and I wake up sweating with my heart ready to jump out of my chest.
I wake up screaming out, trying to reach this person I don't even know. In this particular dream, she sounds the worst. She's having a hard time. Years ago, when she cried, she used to ask for someone to help her, but she has since stopped asking for help for a long time now. It must've been because no one ever came to her rescue.
The thought that I'm not
