Chapter 45 A Chance For Survival

• Willow's POV
• I woke up to the now-familiar image of Axel in my dreams, the way he looked at me, pleading, as though his very life hung in the balance. It had been like this for days. In every dream, he appeared out of a mist, his hand reaching for mine, his face contorted in pain, his lips forming silent words, words I could never hear. His presence lingered even after I’d awakened, leaving me with a sense of urgency that I couldn’t shake.
• I sat up, trying to push his image from my mind as I began my morning routine. The dreams made no sense. Axel and the rest of the boys were not here, yet now he was haunting my sleep like some ghost refusing to be laid to rest. I wondered if this was some sign, a warning. The dream had refused to go, appearing every night without fail, almost like its only job had been to ruin every one of my attempt to sleep or rest.