19, SHIFTS

ANDREA’S POV

I felt the image of a wolf running through the dark, but I couldn’t see it. With a groan, I turned to my side, grabbing a pillow to stop all the dreams from coming to the fore, but it was like a sequence. Before I could stop it, my eyes shot open, and I stared at the darkened state of my room in panic.

My eyes moved over to the window and noted that the cotton was flapping against the window seals with such fierceness that caused me to gulp lightly. I tried to step down from the bed at that moment, but my legs felt stiff like someone was holding it tightly.

I tried hard not to scream as I looked around, but there was no one. 'Kezav, what the hell is going on? Why do I feel this way?' I asked my wolf at once.

There was no response from her, except more growling. It was evident that she was equally in pain, and I hated this. She didn’t deserve to be hurt for whatever reason. I had not had her for long, but she had been there giving me sound or foolish advice where was neede