Danielle didn’t want to follow Mason anymore. She didn’t want to be in this dream. The weight in her chest pressed her down, made her paws itch with the need to run. She wanted out.
She watched Mason shuffle down the hallway, small and uncertain. His shoulders were tight, his hands fidgeting with the strap of his backpack as though it could protect him. The two men trailed close behind, smiling too carefully, their movements smooth and rehearsed.
Danielle’s nose twitched at the artificial warmth of them. There was nothing genuine there. Their words, their smiles, even their laughter smelled wrong.
Rose’s voice came from the edge of her hearing. "What more is there?"
Rowan’s small body pressed against her side. "It isn’t over."
Danielle huffed sharply through her nose, tail low and te
