Elena
In my dream, I was sent into a storm cloud.
Someone came for me, a shadow figure, and brought me to this new plane of experience.
The air was thick and gray and heavy around me, with enough substance to tickle against my nose. There is an idea of swirling, of an unseen vortex that will soon swallow me whole.
I feel alarmed, but not panic.
I am on the verge of something, I feel it, as the vortex moves in on me. The thick vapor around me turns darker, from slate to charcoal to only black.
Wake up!
My eyes flew open, and I knew the room was on fire.
I dashed out of bed, feeling my wolf on the verge and going into fight or flight mode. Across the room, a curtain had caught fire. There was a candle stick on the floor, presumably the culprit.
But there was not a table nearb
