#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.

“Moana?!” he said. “What happened?!”

carried me back to the bed. He held me there for a long time, just rocking me while

has the knife. H-He’s going

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

held me and rocked me back and forth until no more tears would come and my chest was too sore to sob anymore. I kept feeling as though I was still inside of a nightmare, like I would suddenly wake up and everything would be okay. But I was awake, and the fact that I sleepwalked straight out onto the balcony in the pouring rain and nearly

know if the dreams were visions, omens, or if they were just bad 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

returned I clutched the

he asked, stroking my leg as

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 a curse under his breath before he took my teacup, set

said between sobs. “But I’m terrified. I’m terrified

was set hard, clenching and unclenching, while his eyes burned silver. He stared coldly at the wall in front of him, as

collected Alpha demeanor, although there was no denying the bright

down and then stood. He walked over to his dresser and pulled a white t-shirt out of the drawer, then handed it to me. “Put this on.

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