Elena
A shadow stands by the window. Tall. Broad. My heart pounds. I reach for the knife under my pillow.
"Who is there?" I whisper.
The shadow moves. Moonlight catches amber eyes.
Ray.
"I am sorry," he says. "I did not mean to scare you. But we need to talk. Alexander's wolves are closer than we thought."
I exhale. My shoulders drop. I slide the knife back under the pillow.
"You should knock," I say. "You cannot keep appearing in my room in the middle of the night."
"The door was unlocked. I knocked three times. You did not answer. I thought something was wrong." He steps closer. The floorboards creak under his weight. "You were crying out in your sleep. Alexander's name."
I look down at my hands. They are pale in the moonlight.
"I had a nightmare," I say. "I dreamed he found me
