“That’s strange,” I heard the werewolf mumble. “It’s not fading”
Fading?
“Is it supposed to fade?”
“Yes,” he turned to me with a suddenly ominous smile. “Alexander Madden is dying after all”
My heart started pounding on my chest as his words continued to echo in my mind. Then, I remembered the dream that I had that just felt so real. Maybe it was real. Do mates even have the ability to communicate through dreams? But even so, I’m human. It can’t be.
I thought that things were happening so quickly that they made me start to forget about the dream, but the vivid image of Alexander’s bandaged and bloody torso formed in my head. My chest tightened once more, squeezing the air out of my lungs.
Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breaths. I could hear the rebels shuffling around in the
