A path once sewn now torn...1

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A month later.

It was around one in the morning when Felix shot up from bed, heaving and gasping out of breath like he had been running a marathon. His face was flushed and sweat clung his hair to his head. His wolf growled low and strong from inside of him. His eyes were blood shot and his muscles anything but relaxed.

Jordan burst through his door.

“What happened?” he asked walking inside in nothing but his boxers. His wolf was startled by the uneasiness of his alpha.

“It was the same dream again,” Felix whispered. Jordan tried nodding in understanding.

“What did you see?” He asked like he always did for the past month. Felix shrugged helplessly and shook his head.

“I can’t say exactly,” he said, “When I fall asleep, its there. Everything is there but once I wake up…”

“You can’t remember,” Jordan finished and nodded. He sighed and dragged his feet to the door.

“Why are you up?” Felix asked looking at Jordan. Jordan shrugged.