I couldn't tell where the dreams ended and reality began. If it were a dream, or a hallucination, in which case I was going certifiably insane. To think what the queen had brought home, a daughter without a wolf but instead, she had vivid interactions with the prince…her brother. Or whatever he was to me- I actually had no idea. Nobody really talked about Samuel as my brother, it was sort of a hushed conversational topic.
The room was bright from the lamp in the ceiling. The curtains were drawn so the sun wasn’t streaming in through the windows but when I turned and looked at my clock, I realized they wouldn't either way. It was three o'clock in the middle of the night.
I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen until I couldn’t. Then I blew out, every little ounce I had
