Shelby went to sleep, and I laid there staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I was dreaming about. I have had this dream more than once since I met her, and I am not sure if it is a vision. She still doesn't know what I am, and I am pretty sure Bryson hasn't told her what he is either. Thane, my tiger counterpart, thinks that I might be having some sort of vision, but so far, nothing in the dream has come true. I hate that she has shared a form of intimacy with Bryson, but I know I can't say anything to her about it. I had plenty of chances to open my mouth and tell her how I felt about her before Bryson came into the picture, but I was being a little b*i*t*c*h and kept it to myself. I'm just glad she didn't run into Michael before meeting Bryson. I know where
