Zora’s POV
Once again, I was in the middle of a spooky, terrifying dream. I could feel the cold, scratchy ropes squeezing my wrists and ankles firmly in place as I entered the pitch-black environment. Only the far-off shouts of a cloaked cult around me could be heard in the dense hush that made me feel as though I was drowning in it. The incident sounded like it was taken straight out of a horror book. Only that on that fatal night when I was delivered to be used as a sacrifice for the pack, I could really recall it happening.
As I struggled against my restraints, a growing sense of desperation washed over me. The captors’ faces were hidden behind masks, and their chanting grew louder, sending shivers down my spine. As much as I tried to tell myself that this was only a dream. That I had
