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~ A M E L I A ~ I awoke in a state of panic, almost screaming. That seemed to be how I woke up every day. The nightmares kept coming, and they’d gotten worse day by day. Panting and scanning my surroundings, I placed my hand around my throat and sighed in relief, realising a wolf wasn’t attacking me. It’s always the same bloody dream. Dripping with sweat, again. These nightmares were taking over too much. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a good night’s rest. ‘Please don’t be super early,’ I begged towards the ceiling before looking down at my clock. 7 am… Ugh, I only slept about four hours. I passed out instantly as soon as Hudson took me home last night. Collapsing back onto the bed, I was so thankful that we had the day off today, assuming that still took place co