Chapter Twenty Four

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Taylor

I'm plagued with nightmares.

It's the same dream I often had when back in the camp.

Chains holding me down. 

A little girl screaming.

The side of my father's face covered in blood as he strains against his binds, as if provoked by the sounds of the screams.

And a burning sensation inside of me, amidst the fear and confusion. 

Only this time, there's a leering face, watching me, speaking.

I jerk awake, sweating.

My hand instantly goes to my neck and the skin is smooth, as if the flesh was never torn. I pull myself into a seated position, my heart beat unsteady. Looking around, I see that it's the middle of the day, but Isabel is also sleeping. The three wolves are laying around her, one sprawled all over her legs, while the other sleepily gnawing on her arm, drooling all over it. The third wolf is on his back, his head resting in the crook of Isabel's arm.