Chapter 71 Was It Just A Dream?

• Sweat covered all of Serenity’s skin, causing her hair to stick to her face. Every fiber of her being was electrified by the disturbing vision that had danced before her closed eyes. A feeling of agony coiled in her gut, a storm of images and emotions that left her terrified and uncertain.
• With wide eyes, Serenity surveyed the environment around her, her senses sharpened like a predator on the hunt. Panic danced at the edges of her consciousness, like a shadow threatening to consume her. Serenity wiped her forehead, drying the sweat and trying to push away the terrifying visions that still hovered like ghosts in her mind.
• One of the werewolves sharing the small cabin with her stirred, confused and groggy, trying to make sense of what was happening. The scent of fear and agitation lingered in the air, a subtle fragrance that the connection between these sensitive creatures could perceive. Serenity had involuntarily growled, her essence almost shifting under the influence of the agonizing vision.