I dreamed of five years ago, meeting Julian. I wasn't blind then, living for adventure. I found him in the wilderness, leg broken, burning with fever. I gave him my food, water, and medicine, saving his life. He was out for three days, and when I collapsed, he fed me his blood to keep me alive until rescue came.
He chased me, saying our survival was fate, a bond from another life. But the dream shifted to him abandoning me to beasts for Lydia.
I woke with a scream, hands and feet bound, eyes blindfolded. Voices murmured nearby.
"Julian, your Chase pack stole Wells land, bankrupting us. Shouldn't you pay?" A wolf's voice, sharp with venom.
"Adrian Wells, you dare kidnap me? You're dead," Julian snarled.
Adrian laughed, unhinged. "If I die, you're coming with me. But killing you's too e
