Chapter 223: Wake Up

Moana

“Moana, wake up!” my wolf’s voice suddenly said. That wasn’t a dream… It was real. The rain was real. The wind beating down on me, whipping my hair into my face, was all real.

I opened my eyes, and shrieked at what I saw.

I wasn’t in bed. Iwas standing on the balcony, up on the ledge in my nightgown. I felt my stomach drop as I stumbled backwards and clung to the rail, heaving in my chest as the feeling of fight or flight kicked in. Every fiber in me screamed to get away from the ledge, and I scrambled away and back to my feet, sobbing loudly. Nothing could be heard over the sound of my own racing heartbeat and the sound of the wind and the rain; for all I knew, I was really on that cliff from my dream, and Michael very well could be standing behind me with the knife in his hand.

The door behind me stood wide open with the wind blowing the curtains aggressively. I ran inside to safety, and as I did, I ran straight into not Michael, but a petrified Edrick.

said. “What

violently as he gathered me into his arms and carried me back to the bed. He held me there for a long time, just rocking me

I said, “Michael has the knife. H-He’s going

his wide eyes stared unblinkingly at the open balcony doors. “Just breathe, and then

of a nightmare, like I would suddenly wake up and everything

dreams as my mind descended into madness. Either way, it felt as though something inside of my mind wanted me dead. It felt as though my entire body wanted to kill me, like I couldn’t even trust the very fibers of my being to keep me alive. If it weren’t for my

me for only a few minutes to make some tea, and when he returned I clutched the warm teacup in my shaking hands like my life depended on it. I was shocked by his calm demeanor, but I was incredibly thankful for it at the

he asked, stroking my leg as I sipped

I said. “But I was sleepwalking. One moment I was having a dream about Michael with that knife, and the next moment I was standing on the ledge on the balcony, like I was about to…” My voice faltered. A sob got caught in my throat, and Edrick let out

know if that knife is real, or if I’ve just imagined it,” I said between sobs. “But I’m terrified. I’m terrified that Michael might

up at him to see that his jaw was set hard, clenching and unclenching, while his eyes burned silver. He stared coldly at the wall in front of him, as though he was almost in a

neither of those things. Instead, he retained his calm and collected

down and then stood. He walked over to his dresser and pulled a white

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