LYDIA I didn’t sleep well. Dreams of wolves hunting me, unable to turn, plagued me. It was an old dream that had started when I clocked eighteen. I had them on and off. For so long, the nightmares had evaded me until last night. Waking up was a blessing. My breath hitched as the wolves surrounded me. Their furs were the brightest whites and their eyes the deeper blue. I crouched to the cold unforgiving crowd as they circled me. I dared to look up and the eyes on one turned on me. Its irises morphed to an unforgivable ruby red color and before a scream could escape me, the wolf's horrible jaw descended upon me. I bolted awake, my heart thudding in my chest as I looked around in terror. For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was. Then I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows.The room Clara had put me in had an en-suite bathroom. After seeking her out, I had taken a quick shower, being careful not to take all the hot water, but it had felt wonderful. This morning, the cold was
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