SYDNEYI woke up with a start; thundering heart, cold sweat dripping down my body, hair damp, breathing heavy, and nerves shot. Victor was always awake, sitting in that antique chair at my window and staring at the beautiful full moon that lit up the room. Tonight, shifters would be at their strongest, the power of the full moon enhancing their abilities.Victor's body remained unmoving, even though he knew I had woken up. I pulled the sheets away, a chill greeting my bare skin. Grabbing my midnight blue silk gown from my closet, I padded my way toward the bathroom. He knew I was okay, I was always okay when it came to this sort of thing. Only Victor knew of the dreams. I had kept them a secret — not only the reoccurring one, but the ones I had when I was little. The one's that told me things. The same ones I recently began having again.I turned the faucet to the coldest setting and then stepped into the wat
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