SAMIEN'S POV

This feeling!

I couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard I tried.

Then the strange dream. The scenes made no sense to me. Nothing did.

Not even the twelve ladies in whose center I stood. They muttered words I couldn't recall, and their eyes? It didn't look like the ordinary eyes werewolves were known to have.

I waved the thought off as I dragged out of bed. A loud yawn trailed from my lips, my hands stretching in the air.

My eyes rested on the bedside table. A note sat there, carefully folded.

“What's this?” I wondered, reaching for it.

“Dear Samien… How do you do?...