I sat up on the pile of clothes and leaves that had been crafted into a bed for me to lay on, hot tears making their way out of my eyes as I went over what I had seen in my vivid dream. Alpha Marley had killed my mother and had taken me to his pack.
“It doesn’t make any sense. I have to go tell Melia,” I said to myself, wiping my tears and standing up to leave, just as Max walked into the hut and frowned in confusion.
“What happened? I heard you talking in your sleep. Did you see something new?” He stopped me from pushing him away from the door as he expected me to answer before I left.
“I have to find out if all of my dreams have been true so far. What if some of them are just dreams brought up and concocted by my mind? What if all of the things I see are not true?” I asked frantically
