Chapter Fourteen

Max

I wake up to the sound of screaming.

I look around quickly. It doesn’t take me long to realize that there isn’t anyone screaming. I was probably dreaming. But as I try to lay back down, I can’t seem to shake off this feeling that I’m in danger.

I don’t know why I feel this way. I rise from my bed and walk toward the balcony. The doors are open. They’re always open, so I don’t know why I feel this paranoid today. I look around and see nothing but darkness. All I hear is the sound of crickets, and the occasional howl from far away wolves.

Nothing to be worried about.

Still, this feeling persists, and the more I try to ignore it, the more it weighs on my conscience. What is this? I’ve never felt anything similar to this before. I close the balcony doors and walk toward the bureau. There, I pour myself a drink.

My nervousness doesn’t pass.

I grip the glass in frustration, suppressing the urge to hurl it across the room. My uneasiness doesn’t allow me to go back to bed, so I pace