Now, vivid and unavoidable, the dreams came every night as though they were trying to communicate something, something I wasn't ready to grasp. My heart pounding, I woke in a cold sweat, and the images from the dream are still vivid in my head. Me in the middle of a battlefield, wolves fighting in a chaotic blur of fur and teeth.
With hands raised, I stood in the middle of the c*****e and radiated power like fire. I lost control, though. Something darker, stronger than anything I had ever felt before, the power passed through me. It aimed for freedom. It aimed for destruction.
The weight of the prophecy pressed down on me even in sleep. Looking to me to determine their fate, I could see the faces of the packs, their eyes full of desperation, hope, and terror. But in not knowing what I w
