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I know I’m dreaming but somehow I can’t get myself to wake up.

I don’t know where I am; the entire place is filled with some kind of purple fog. It’s like the fog is a cage keeping me in.

A loud rattling sound caught my attention and I was able to see a tiny gap through the fog. I reached forward but jerked back when something slammed against the fog; rattling the entire place.

The thing kept attacking the fog cage; slamming into it over and over again. I don’t know how I know but if it breaks through; I’m dead.

“Charlotte.” I jerked away at the mention of my name and Logan looked down at me with worry. “What happened?”

“It was a bad dream.” I managed out as I recounted the events of the dream. “What do you think it is?”

“It’s probably the witch.” He frowned, “But what does she want?”

“We need to see Hunter.” I began and he scoffed, “Logan please; we need to talk to him to be able to go through with this.”

“I don’t like this idea,”

“I don’t either; but we have to.”