After that terrible night at the library, sleep has eluded me. The scrolls and the book, which hold the key to revealing the wendigos' secrets, are buried beneath my bed. My mind is a tornado of thoughts and questions, and when I finally close my eyes, I find myself drifting off to sleep.
The wendigos have returned to disturb my sleep. They morph in front of me, their eyes and teeth glowing like dragons spitting fire. Fear grips me, and I watch helplessly as they consume everything in their path, their wicked laughter echoing in the raging inferno.
I jolt awake, sweat-soaked and trembling. The images from my dream stay in my mind like a ghostly specter. I sit up in bed, my heart hammering, trying to quiet my rushing thoughts. The sun hasn't risen yet, so the room is bathed in gentle, pre
