JESSICA'S POV
After Kane took me out for a sprint on that day, I’d—my wolf had become stable and for a while, it was like I got my sanity back. However, the nightmares didn't stop. Instead, it got even worse. So worse that every morning I woke up with a terrible migraine.
“Ouch…” I woke up with a start, beads of sweats etched at the crease of my forehead, my hands were shaking slightly. I rested my head on the cushioned headrest of the King Size bed I was now relegated to by Kane. When my panting subsided, I dragged my entirety out of the bed and started making my way to the bathroom to run a cold shower.
I still can't phantom anything, except the constant cries of wars and blood ash…and my wolf. A knock on the door jolted me out of my reverie. I not-so-gracefully made my way to the
