Chapter 250 The Nightmare

• SERAPHINA
• What was happening? I stood frozen in the center of my room, back at my pack house, a room I had never dared to enter since my mother’s death. I looked around, feeling an unsettling heaviness in the air. My eyes fell on the toy sword I used to love, the same one I had played with when I was seven, and the storybooks that were scattered across the shelf, still untouched, frozen in time.
• Then came the familiar sound, the soft clink of the parrot’s cage hanging by the window.