Tammy's POV
It's been a week since the full moon - and Adam and I were together. I haven't seen much of him since then.
There have been some changes in the pack. Most of the people who fell into the curse-induced sleep have woken up. Only about five people have not woken up - of which Jackson is one. Thinking about it sends a sliver of dread down my spine.
Because if he never wakes up, it'll be my fault.
Aside from the people waking up, my dreams have become more frequent. And stranger. Other unusual things have been happening too.
The day before yesterday, I was shaving my legs and accidentally scraped my skin. I felt the sting and saw the blood. But when I looked again, there was no injury. Not even a scratch.
I would have convinced myself into believing I'd imagined it, if not for the other oddities that have been piling up lately.
I also had a dream - or maybe a vision - about the handbook. It opened to a page, and I could clearly read what was written. I can't be sure I was
