I jolted awake, gasping for air as beads of sweat trickled down my skin despite the cool night breeze. Just before waking, I had a dream— or perhaps a vision— the same one about the red wolf and me riding on its back.

This time it felt different because, in the vision, I saw Praya screaming in pain, and the sound of her agonizing screams echoed in my mind, waking me up immediately.

It had felt too real like she had screamed directly in my ear.

Something at the back of my mind urged me to go downstairs and check on her. Slipping into my flip-flops, I hurried down the...