25 - Something normal (Part 1)

That morning Eira dreamt the werewolf dream again. She was running through the woods, being chased closely behind by the half-human, half-wolf beast as the full moon looked down at them wickedly. The whole dream was exactly the same; it ended when she was about to find out what lay behind the satin—only this time the werewolf had put on Hela's face. Her fur was darker and somehow shinier than the one she had seen before. Her amber eyes had watched Eira hungrily while her jaws opened and closed, revealing sharp teeth threatening to rip her to pieces.

When her eyes opened, the sun's warm rays brushed her face. The little dove drawn on her back felt warm and it made her touch her neck. The wounds had healed but the memories were deeply engraved in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Rafael with his white pupils and pointy fangs. She shook the memory away for time being and got out of the bed.

She hoped it for a good day but the hope vanished the moment Nate said Damien wan