Feyre’s POV
I gasped as I jolted up from the bed in a sitting position, panting as the echoes of the dream I was having faded away slowly into the background.
My chest heaved up and down as I slowly began to take in my surroundings again.
I was laying down on my bed, and it was daytime. The streams of sunlight that made its way past the open window and through the cream cotton curtains made the entire room glow in a golden light. I left the bed, trying to focus and keeping myself grounded with the feeling of hardwood floors and some carpeted areas as I paced the room.
Why had I had that dream? I asked myself over and over, trying to grasp the fading threads of the dream -or was it a nightmare?- that I had.
I recalled that in the dream I was running through a forest. It was nighttime a
