After the shocking cryptic statements of the witch, Sam couldn’t sleep a wink – his mind was disturbed with the preposterous facts which had been revealed. King Ezekiel? Really? The one conqueror. Where had that sprouted?
Equilibrium. The Healer. King Ezekiel. Nothing was making sense in his head. As soon as his eyes closed, nightmares would plague him, and he would jerk awake in an abrupt shock. Vivid images of a Mongrel leading his pack alongside vampires harassed him until he could no longer work out between right or wrong.
“Sam!” Ella murmured one day when he was breaking into cold sweat, tossing and turning restlessly on the bed beside her. “Sam, baby! Wake up!”
With an abrupt yank, Sam sat up in the bed covered in sweat as another depiction of the Mongrel subjugator afflicted him
