ARIA'S POV

They were back. The voices in my dreams. This was not the first time, and I could only hope that this would be the last time. Like the first time it happened a few weeks ago, I woke up in the thick woods, but I knew I was in my bed. I was scared and cold, and they urged me to stand up.

The first time it happened, I refused to stand up from the cold until Lucas shook me awake. The voices roared. The second week, the voices had faces. Red glowing eyes, urging me. What they wanted me to do was still unclear, but I knew...