Chapter Eleven – Nightmares, Dreams, and RealityCal jolted awake. In a distant corner of his mind, the howl of a wolf was slowly fading while the rich earthy scents of the forest continued to linger in his nostrils and the memory of a chill wind blowing through the trees still swam before his eyes. He was cold, but his body was slick with sweat.
Wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, he exhaled the breath burning his lungs and stared up into the darkness of the communal roundhouse. A lasting vision still played across his mind, of a new moon peeking from behind the clouds to reveal a company of wolves. He tried to dismiss it, but the vision stubbornly remained.
Uther's voice came as a whisper through the gloom. 'You had another dream, didn't you?'
Cal turned his head. He could
