"Papa, please wake up! Don't leave me too! Papa, wake up!"
I jolt out of my sleep in a cold sweat. It has always been the exact same dream for the last seven years. Seven years since Papa died, seven years since my life had shattered into a million pieces, seven years since I've seen or spoken to someone besides my wolf. Most times Leah has to take control of my body in order for me to eat or even get out of bed. I've felt like life didn't feel worth living since Papa wasn't here to live it with me. But I thank God for giving me Leah because after all these years, she's taking more care of me then I have myself.
"It's nice to see you wake up on your own for once." Leah said with alittle concern in her voice.
"I didn't wake up. My nightmare did."
"Well still you need to get out of this
