Tamara's POV
After I had that awful nightmare about Stefan, I couldn't stop crying. The dream made me realize how important Stefan is to me and how devastated I would be if he died. As a split-second decision, I climb out of bed—still wearing pajamas—and grab my mom's car keys. She doesn't have work tomorrow anyway, and I need to go see Stefan. I don't even care that I have to go to the pack house to see him. I just have to see him—and now—before I die from this awful pain in my heart.
I click on the address Cooper sent me the other day and it automatically plugs the information into the GPS. About twenty minutes later I'm driving out of a canopy of trees and toward the mansion. I had been here once before, but I wasn't in my right mind then. Not like I am in my right mind now.
I turn o
