VERA'S POV.
The chill of the dream still clung to me like a second skin, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, the words from the wall continued to echo in my head like a warning bell.
*An Alpha will journey from far away…*
My heart raced as I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the empty space where Draven should have been. The room was uncomfortably quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the faint crackling of the fire in the fireplace. My breathing had still not settled. The room itself felt scary now, with every shadow reminding me of the scarecrow and its creepy grin.
I forced myself to stand, wrapping my arms around my trembling body as I paced the room. The night shirt I wore was wrinkled from sleep, and my hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. The nightmare
