The trees closed in around her. Sounds of heavy breathing and growls filled the air and made her skin crawl. Tara could swear she could feel the hot breath on her skin as the wolves drew closer to her.
Suddenly, she jerked. Her heart hammered in her chest to the point of causing physical discomfort. Tara opened her eyes, tears licked out the corner of her eyes, distorting her vision and ability to orient herself.
Then it slowly came to her. Like it always did. It had all been a dream.
She drew a shaky breath into her lungs. It didn’t help. Gingerly, she brought her hand up to touch Martin’s mark on her shoulder. The past two nights, it had brought her comfort to touch it after waking up from the disturbing dream.
It was always the same dream. Always the same terror robbing her of her
