“What do you dream about?” he asks.
A voice pulls me out of a deep sleep that it feels like I’ve been trapped in forever.
I try to move, but I’m reminded that I’m in a cage. I’m in a nightmare. There’s no moving. No escape.
“Or maybe it was a nightmare,” he chuckles. “Considering everything that’s happened to you lately, I’m sure it was a nightmare.
“So, what are your nightmares about? Am I in them? Do I haunt you even when you close your eyes? I hope I do. If I don’t yet, I will soon.”
It’s him. It’s the Alpha who led the charge that slaughtered my pack. He watches me like he’s trying to figure me out. Probably so he can figure out the best way to break me.
I’ll never let him break me. I can’t imagine living while the rest of my pack is dead, but I will. I’ll stay strong so I can
