DEXTERA
I gasped for air rapidly as I threw myself off the bed sharply like something stung me. I wrapped my head in my palms, my breath slowly falling into rhythm. That was one hell of a dream.
It had been very long since I had such terrible dream—the very same dream that haunted me when I lived in the Bisclaveret pack. I found it hard to wrap my head around why the dream chose to recur on the day my emotions were in disarray after the night’s incident.
I looked around and I was alone. On a closer look, realization dawned on me that I was back in my room, in Thor’s mansion. Fear and guilt wrapped around me like a noose as vivid memories of my beast’s killing moments flashed in my mind, together with Alpha Nelson’s pitiful and disappointed face from the dream.
It felt so real. My b
