CALLUM
I jolted awake from a fitful sleep I couldn't remember myself falling into, my heart was racing, and sweat coated my skin. The nightmare had been a vicious loop of images, a cruel montage of the worst fears my mind could possibly conjure. Dove, bound and trapped, her voiceless screams echoing in my ears, as she was subjected to such tortures. The agony of it clawed at my chest, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe, trapped in the remnants of that terrifying dream.
And then, as if in cruel irony, the wailing cries of Dove cut through the remnants of my nightmare. It was as though the horror from my dream had seeped into reality. My breath hitched as I scrambled out of bed, propelled by the gut-wrenching sound that was both real and unreal, a haunting echo of my dream.
Panic surged
