Chapter 11 Flashes Of The Past

• Elara woke up with a start, her heart racing and the sound of wolves howling still in her head. She blinked against the gloom, still seeing wolves fleeing through a deep, foggy forest in her mind. Their eyes sparkled with knowledge, and their feet scarcely touched the earth as they moved in perfect rhythm. It felt too real. The smell of pine, wet dirt, and the definite smell of danger filled the air.
• She shook her head to get rid of the last bits of the dream. But the feeling of running away and being hunted stayed with me. Her breath caught, and her skin felt like something was still watching her. She sat up in bed and fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand. When she turned it on, the soft light didn't help her feel warmer.
• Without thinking, her fingers moved to her arm and rubbed the cool, wet skin. Her fingers stayed still when she pulled back. There was a deep, jagged gash on her shoulder, like a claw mark, crimson and angry, like a wolf had raked its claws across her skin. But there had never been an injury before. No scratch. No mark.