Chapter Ten
Werewolf.
Megan’s vision blurred, her eyes registering only the morning light through the window.
Do not fear the werewolf’s kiss.
My dream.
She didn’t realize she’d said the words out loud until Jie spoke to her.
“Megan? What are you saying?”
His voice pulled her into the present. She blinked several times, concentrating on focusing. When she saw Jie clearly again, her gaze registered the lines of distress around his almond eyes.
“My dream,” she repeated. Her strength of mind seeped back in, making her understand the urgent need to speak. “Grandfather. When he comes to me in my dreams, he always says the same thing. ‘Do not fear the werewolf’s kiss’.” She blinked again, no longer confused by the words.
Yet, the implication was larger than anything she could ever have
