Nathan POV
In the cot beside Claire’s bed, I struggled through another one of the strange dreams that were beginning to haunt my sleep every night.
Every night since I came here, to the Royal clinic.
Every night since Claire fell into her mysterious coma.
I knew it was probably the stress of the situation, the constant fear and worry for my mate.
Being scared that she’d never wake up was like a sickness inside of me, something I had to fight against every waking moment.
It made sense that the fear would follow me into sleep. And into my dreams.
Into my nightmares.
Nightmares where I was in some thick and unknown forest, running.
Chasing after something. Something I can’t see or name but desperately need to find.
Every now and then as I ran I would get a drift of scent in the air,
