Celeste's POV
I fought the urge to run to Leena's room and pound on her door to wake her up. A constant repetition of both dreams, visions, premonitions, whatever you want to call them won't stop. Someone needs to hit the button that stops the replaying of them. I was driving myself bonkers over this. It's not like I can run to my mom. Maybe she would understand, but could she really help me? My dad is not even an option. Leena is the only one that can help me make sense of what I saw, heard and felt at the time. I'm not going to tell her about Matt. It could be wishful thinking because we were talking about her not having anyone. Matt wouldn't be a bad choice, he's a good man.
It was only six in the morning, so I decided to go down and help in the kitchen. I'm in the pack house like my
