Chapter 29

Not My Voice

Lilian.

I woke up with a start. Sweat beaded my forehead, and I was panting and gasping for breath. My temperature had skyrocketed, and my pulse was racing. I knew I had a bad dream, but I couldn't grasp the details of the dream.

“You're awake…" I heard a cold voice beside me and jumped, startled.

“Kieran Masters!” I gritted my teeth in irritation. “What is it now? What do you want?”

He gave me a grim look and handed the journals back to me. “This is a really archaic journal. The language is in the first language spoken by werewolves when they were created…"...