TAVIAN’S POV
The intense feeling of terror rips me from my dreams yet again, and I wake up with a start, flying forward and breathing uncontrollably hard.
I can't even call it a dream... more of a night terror.
I'm covered in sweat, trembling despite the heat, and reliving the last moments of my nightmare as though I'm still inside, stuck in a reality of pain and torment, high on alert.
Until the content of the dream begins to fade into a fog, eluding me as it does every single time, leaving behind the bitter feeling of intense trepidation.
An elevated pulse rate, a trembling, perspiring body, and a strong, rage-filled desire for blood.
I feel my mental state unfurling, on the brink of a mental breakdown that pushes me to the edge of madness.
My room is in complete disarray, wit
