NATALIE’S P.O.V.
My dreams were plagued with visions of Shaun’s lifeless eyes. Reid and his men were gone—it was just me and Shaun’s corpse, alone in the vast, empty field where he was found. I saw his intestines spilling out of his belly and onto the grass where his mangled body lay. I felt an overwhelming urge to go to him. I felt like he needed me to protect his broken body from something I couldn’t see.
I tried. I tried to run, but I never came any closer. It was like there was an invisible force holding me back.
Suddenly, Shaun’s jaw snapped back into place with a sickening crack! that seemed to echo through the field.
“Help me,” he said, his voice raspy and hollow. I heard it all around me, and I continued to push myself to rush to his aid, but I never reached him.
I awoke wit
