Chloe’s p.o.v.
After a long day of thinking about the breakouts in the wolves' town, the small packs who have lost their farms to drought and children to sickness would come daily to the castle gate to cry for help.
This was a routine that I had been watching for straight two days, especially when I hadn’t seen my father for those two days.
I’d wait up for him and end up sleeping off on the couch or my bed.
Tonight, I decided not to wait for him as usual and went directly to bed.
However, the silence in the room was thick, suffocating as I woke with the remnants of a dream—or was it another vision?—clinging to me like cobwebs. My chest heaved as though I had been running, though my body had remained perfectly still. Shadows danced along the walls, twisting and stretching unnatura
