The dream felt too real.
I was floating above a dark room, watching Blake sit across from two figures I couldn't quite see. One was a woman with pale skin and blood-red lips. The other was hidden in shadows.
"She's more valuable than we thought," Blake was saying. His voice sounded different. Hungrier. "Raven smelled something when she attacked Calla. Something... wolf."
My blood turned to ice. Raven!
"Wolf?" The shadowy figure leaned forward. "You didn't mention this before."
"I didn't know before." Blake's hands clenched on the table. "But it explains why she could push Thomas with such force. Why he died so easily."
Raven spoke up. "The scent was strong. It felt like an old and ancient blood."
"Interesting." The shadow figure's voice was like silk over steel. "If she's truly what
