Slaine was asleep. That much he knew. He was sleeping, dreaming, and this dream he recognised.
He was in a clearing, as he usually was. Trees surrounded the area, with large rocks to the left and a large lake just ahead. Grey, Jem, Alexander, Micah, Rosalyn, Elizabeth, Atticus, Jasper, Kevin, Aether, Luna, Neo, and Maddox were all with him. This was the first time he had put names to faces. He was holding someone’s hand. He followed the arms and looked up at Levi, the same purple eyes as he was already looking down at him, a small smile on the vampire’s face.
He knew what would happen next and didn’t want it to happen. He couldn’t let it happen. So, when it happened, Slaine threw himself in front of whatever always hurt Levi. He was on the ground with a dull thud, clutching his stomach
