Chapter 29
Not My Voice
Lilian.
I woke up with a start. Sweat beaded my forehead, and I was panting and gasping for breath. My temperature had skyrocketed, and my pulse was racing. I knew I had a bad dream, but I couldn't grasp the details of the dream.
“You're awake…" I heard a cold voice beside me and jumped, startled.
“Kieran Masters!” I gritted my teeth in irritation. “What is it now? What do you want?”
He gave me a grim look and handed the journals back to me. “This is a really archaic journal. The language is in the first language spoken by werewolves when they were created…"
“So?” I snapped at him, not understanding what he wanted or where he was going.
I was still reeling from the shock of having a nightmare that I did not want to deal with Kieran's grumbling.
“So, I can'
