CHAPTER EIGHT
Vi didn’t recognize these woods. It was dark, but the moon was high overhead, and she had plenty of light to see by. Leaves crinkled under her feet as she moved, and the air was pleasant against her skin.
Her nearly n***d skin.
She looked down to see her white shirt was torn to hell and her skirt was in tatters. She wasn’t wearing underwear.
And she wasn’t awake.
It was almost a relief to realize this couldn’t be real. She let herself sink into the dream world. Everything was a bit hazy as she picked her way down the trail. There was no urgency in this dream, nothing but the need to soak in the night and let the wind flow through her hair.
In the distance, a wolf howled, and Vi’s heartbeat kicked up.
The impulse pounded through her and she ran. The dirt of the ground w
