I woke up with a scream and I had to force air into my lungs so I could steady my breathing and stop the tears that were falling freely down my face.My first coherent thought was to run to Logan and I had already made my way to the door when I remembered yesterday’s events and I had to push that urge down and force myself to walk over to the bathroom.I splashed water all over my face hoping it would wipe away the remnants of the dream but nothing was stopping the images from flashing through my mind and with it came the fear.It started out as a memory of what happened at the pack house when I saw Hunter and I tried to tell myself that it was an imagination but it was like the more I told myself that, the closer and clearer he became.Then all of a sudden he started to chase me and I ran but the walls seemed to get longer and narrower and I just couldn’t seem to find an exit. It was like running in a maze.I thought I had lost him but then I felt him grab my shirt and I felt his bre

“You haven’t eaten anything,” Logan noted from across the counter and I just shrugged.I had another nightmare again and honestly food is the last thing on my mind right now. I really want to tell Logan about them but I know he’s going to just blame it on stress but there is something real about those dreams.“Earth to Charlotte,” Logan said snapping his fingers in front of my face and I blinked up at him, “You should eat something.” “It’s alright,” I shrugged ignoring the frown growing on his face, “I’m not hungry.”“That’s bullshit,” he said, “You didn’t eat anything at all yesterday. What is going on?” “Nothing; I’m fine,” I lied, “Can we drop this? I thought we had somewhere to be.”“We’re not leaving here until you eat something,” he said and I narrowed my eyes at him, “You can look at me like that all you want but my decision stands.” “I can’t,” I said softly and he shrugged.“Then we’re not going,” was his simple reply, “I could really use a day off

Greg was munching on one of the pastries with his left hand while keeping the other one on the steering wheel.“You’re supposed to use both hands while driving,” I muttered under my breath and he raised a brow at me through the mirror and deliberately took another bite. “Would you like to take over?”“If I die then my ghost is going to haunt you forever,” I said with a pout. “If you die then I’m dead as well so there’s no haunting for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been driving for years Charlie calm down.”“How old are you anyways?” I asked and he scoffed. “I find it insulting that you don’t know how old I am.”“Are you going to tell me or not?” “Is this how we’re going to spend the entire ride?” Logan cut in, “With both of you bickering like children?”“Well I’m still a child,” I said with a shrug. “You’re nineteen,” he deadpanned, “You’re not a child.”“Yes she is,” Greg said with a small snicker, “Look how she’s sitting i

“Possessed,” I squeaked out and she rolled her eyes. “Don’t turn into a broken record right now,” she said then turned to Logan, “Open the cell.”“He’s rabid.” He argued “He’s unconscious,” she corrected, “Open the cell so I can perform my spell.”He muttered some expletives under his breath before signaling for them to unlock the cell.“I need everyone out except the both of you.” She said and everyone scurried out; apparently scared of the tiny witch.She walked into the cell and knelt on the floor; apparently not caring about the piss and blood lying everywhere.She began to chant but almost immediately snatched her hand back as if she was burnt.“You were his best friend right?” she asked Logan and he nodded, “So get over here and place your hand on him.”Logan clenched his jaw at the order but followed her and did as she asked.“For this to work I’m going to have to browse through your memories,” she said and he nodded stiffly, “I need your name.”He told her his n

Logan didn’t say a word until we got to the hospital.He didn’t speak while I took Amelia back to the day care and he didn’t speak through the car ride; he just held my hand in his.“Are you sure you don’t want to go in alone first?” I asked and he shook his head.I didn’t say anything else because I knew it wouldn’t help the situation. I just let the nurse lead us into the room where Jake was held.I took in his figure lying on the bed and couldn’t help but notice how starkly different he is from when I first met him.For starters his facial hair has grown out making him look more wild and rugged, he is a lot thinner and he just looks worn and tired. I noticed the silver cuffs holding him to the bed and held back a wince.“I would be upset about these,” Jake said with a nod at the cuffs, “But I think I understand,” his voice was so hoarse from lack of use but I cleared my throat. “Hi Jake,”“Charlie,” he began softly, “I am so sorry for everything that happened.”I took a ste