Dreamwalking was probably the least favorite of all of my Werewolf gifts. Though technically it is a great possibility that it comes from my mother's Italian heritage rather than my father's Irish/Werewolf one.
In Italian folklore there is a myth about the Benendanti. They were shape shifting dreamwalkers who would travel to Hell to fight evil. So yeah, all things considered, it is more than likely I am part Benendanti too. I mean I'm a Werewolf. I'm not about to scoff at anything else I might be. And there goes that Shakespeare quote through my mind again. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio...
Anyway, this was no time for my mind to start wandering. I needed to stay focused and alert. The nut job who had attacked me with a blast of hellfire just days ago was standing rig
