Rose
“I mean in my dream,” I say quickly, but none of them look convinced, so I offer a tight smile.
“You expect us to believe that it’s really a dream?” the blond one says, sounding bored.
What does he want to believe then?
These men are so damn difficult. I wonder how they got to this role.
“Yes, I mean, I had a revelation, a dream of what my future would be if I stuck to Benson’s side. In the dream, my stepsister had me killed in front of the pack, and most of the events that have been happening have been almost exactly like my dream. But despite all this, you can just watch through my evidence,” I say, gesturing to the flash drive I have handed them.
“These dreams, when did you start having them?” the emerald-eyed one asks. I don’t know why he suddenly seems more interested in my
