(Aria)
I wake up screaming.
My heart races and my body is covered in sweat. The vision is still fresh in my mind, so real I can smell smoke and blood.
Kael is beside me instantly. "Aria, what's wrong?"
I can't speak yet. Can't form words. The images keep replaying in my head.
Burning wagons. Scattered supplies. Pack members arguing over food. Children crying from hunger. Snow falling on empty storage buildings. Daniel watching from the shadows with that terrible smile.
"Aria, talk to me." Kael's hands are on my face, making me look at him. "Was it a vision?"
I nod, still trying to catch my breath. "Yes. A bad one."
"Tell me what you saw."
I sit up and try to organize the images into something that makes sense. Visions are always fragmented, pieces of a puzzle that don't quite fit
