I barely slept at all last night, and I blame Austin. His words kept replaying in my mind and when sleep did finally find me, I dreamed of wolves everywhere, blood matting their fur as they crashed into each other, all fangs and claws. Screams of pain and heartache filled the air and I stood in the middle of all the chaos, helpless as I watched one wolf after another fall to the ground limp and lifeless. Caspian had appeared in front of me, a smirk on his lips as he stalked toward me.
It had all been so vivid that I woke with a gasp, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I looked around the room. Sweat clings to my skin as my hands run through my hair and I can't help but cringe. It's of no use though. There is no amount of scrubbing with the soap in the shower will get the dream off of
