Alethea

Beads of sweat cling to my face, and my body trembles with fear. I can't stop shaking.

Without thinking, I scooted away from where I was lying, as if the bed itself had somehow trapped me in that nightmare.

But was it just a nightmare?

No, It felt too real.

I bury my face in my hands, my breath coming in short, quick bursts. My mind tries to make sense of the dream, but it's like holding sand in my palm. Every time I think I'm close to understanding, it slips right through.

The she-wolf's words echo loudly in my head.

"You are the last of our kind... You...