Chapter43

#Chapter43

Confusion engulfs me as my eyes wearily open again, this time on the bed, though there is a difference, there is proof of a presence. The bed is made, I am merely laying on top of the bedding than underneath like the first time. This is all a bizarre dream, is it not? I know plenty about night terrors, and this feels like one, but slightly more alive. The real question is, where did the dream begin? When I saw my mother? When I arrived at Alpha Kenn's? When I had my first nightmare? When I met my mate? Or, the most frightening, when I crossed the stream? Somewhere in some other universe, there is a girl laying in a stream, dreaming.

I am allowed no concept of time, no clock, no window, only the artificial light hanging above my head, casting a yellow film across the room.