Alexander’s POV
It has been more than four years, and the same dream haunts me every night.
I turned to my side clock and looked at the time: 02:30 am.
It was still dark outside and too early to get up for training. I turned from my side and lay back on my back, my hands behind my head, and I stared up at the ceiling.
Will I ever get my regular sleep back?
Will the same dream ever stop?
Why is it the same dream over and over again?
Why can’t I go beyond a certain point?
Why? Why? Why? I had so many questions about the dream, but there was no answer to any of them.
At least I slept 10 minutes more than last night. That’s maybe a good thing—progress. I let out a breath, irritated with myself. Will it ever stop?
The only part of the dream I can remember is that the white wolf
