She jolted awake, her heart pounding violently in her chest. It took her a moment to remember where she was, her room, in the Pack House. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she sat up, the vividness of the dream still lingering in her mind.
Who was he? she wondered, her breath still coming in shallow gasps. How could a dream feel so real?
Her eyes darted to the clock on her nightstand. It was 4 AM—her usual training time. Normally, she would have shaken off the remnants of any sleep and forced herself into her morning routine, but this dream was different. Since the rogue attack, she hadn’t had any dreams at all, and now, out of nowhere, this mysterious boy appeared in her mind, his touch, his presence feeling so real that it left her trembling.
Bella pressed her hand to her chest, try
