Fiora's POV
"No, no, nooooo!"
I jolted awake from my sleep with my eyes wide open and breathing heavily. My body shook, cold sweat pouring down my face. My eyes scanned the room, realizing that I was just having a nightmare, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Several days had passed since the incident but I was still haunted by a deep sense of guilt. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was my bloodied body and the witch's body lying helplessly. I felt that the witch wanted to take revenge on me by making me feel uneasy.
"Fiora, are you alright?" asked Alpha Brynmor who suddenly opened my bedroom door. "I heard you screaming from my room," he said.
I was shocked to hear that. Did I scream so loudly that Alpha Brynmor could hear me? I bit my lower lip, feeling guilty for waking
