Chapter Fourteen

Beverly opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. As she stretched and yawned, fragments of her dream from the previous night flooded back into her consciousness.

The images lingered, vivid and tantalizing. She recalled the sensation of power surging through her, the exhilaration of commanding flames with a mere thought. It had felt so real, so tangible. But now, in the light of day, Beverly couldn't help but question the authenticity of her experience.

She sat up in bed, her mind filled with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Part of her yearned for the dream to be real, a sign of some latent supernatural ability waiting to be unleashed. But another part dismissed it as nothing more than a product of her imagination, a fantasy born out of the stress and horror of the recent werewolf attacks.

Lost in her thoughts, Beverly decided to test her dream-inspired abilities, just to satisfy