Chapter 82

The voices didn’t make sense. They never did. She felt like a child standing in a whispering room. Like everyone before her had come here to confess something, only they were trapped in here and she could hear them. She could talk back to them but they wouldn’t listen.

Vanessa’s mouth tasted coppery, it took a breath or two to realize it was blood. And before the panic could set in, she also somehow knew it wasn’t her blood. When she scraped her tongue with the upper row of teeth expecting to see red, all she saw was her own saliva. Still groggy from sleep, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been real. Very real. And for the first time, she can’t recall her nightmare or pseudo-dreams as she labeled them a while ago with Noah, because when he had cuddled her close twice at night, both the times he had confirmed how the air changed around her when she slept. The physical presence might be non-tangible but to a wolf-like his, it’d be no easy feat to fool. So whatever or whoever