~Katarina~
I swear I haven’t slept the past few days. I’ve barely eaten. The nightmare was so real, so fu.cking real. I really can’t believe that it was something that was fake, a figment of my overactive imagination.
Aston has been trying to calm me since that night, but nothing has worked. I can’t pull myself out of this funk; the fear left when I woke up. No matter what, that dream continues to swirl around in my head.
*Previous Dream*
I run down the stairs of the packhouse, everyone in a frenzy. We’ve had a breach in security, and the pack members are running for safety. They had to have gotten in thanks to that witch. That fu.cking witch that should have already been taken care of.
I push out the back door, running out onto the deck. I was right; that witch is standing in the
