Ashley's POV
I stood under the warm cascade of water in the shower, letting it trail down my skin, hoping it would wash away the lingering unease clinging to me like a shadow. But it didn't. My mind kept circling back to the dream, that strange vivid dream that felt more like a warning than just fragments of my imagination.
What had that all been about? I wondered, feeling the water glide over my face as I closed my eyes.
I replayed it, remembering every chilly word the voice had spoken: Demon Wolf-something dark, sinister, entwined within the fabric of The Hunt. What hunt, and what night? The words sounded cryptic, like a riddle with no meaning whatsoever but to harass me.
I let out a frustrated sigh and turned off the water, stepping out into the cool air that kissed my damp skin. A slight shiver ran over me. I took a towel and began drying my hair as my mind went into overdrive. Outside, the sky had already surrendered to the nightfall, its darkness pressing against the windows li
