HAZEL
I know it’s a dream when the werewolf chasing me swallows my head up. There’s no build up to it. He just bares his canines and gobbles my whole head. My screams are guttural. I wake up screaming, twisted around my sheets.
My heart is racing and I jerk so bad at the feel of hands on my wrists. I launch into a kicking spree.
“s**t. Hazel. For f**k’s sake, will you get a grip? You’re two seconds away from doing some real damage.”
That sounds like Kelly.
It takes my vision another long moment to clear and when it does, sure enough, Kelly is staring down at me. She looks concerned and startled. No doubt, my flight impulse had unnerved the s**t out of her.
“Kelly,” my voice is hoarse. My cheeks feel stiff. Could those possibly be tear marks on my face? “Am I okay? Where are we?”
“Wh
