Death of a rogue.

With a jerk Kai sat up in bed, his breath leaving his mouth in gasps of fear.

He looked around him. His eyes darted wildly around the space he was in.

He only calmed down as soon as he found out it was just his room.

Fuck.

Kai rubbed at his face as he tried to get his breathing under control.

The dreams had started again. Like something that was returning from the pits of hell.

Ever since his encounter with Rudolf they had returned slowly at first but this night was the most violent of them all.

He took a deep breath and moved over to the edge of the bed, rubbing his temple slowly in semi circles.

Three years. That amount of time should have been enough for him to put the past behind him. Yet the reverse was the case.

It was apparent now that he hadn't forgotten any of the demons that plagued him.

The dream was always the same. He was in the woods, as a human and he was being hunted.

Not by humans like him but by wolves and in that dream he had recognised one of the wolves.