The Prophecy: Amarah's Alpha
She nodded and finally told them what she can remember.
“But aren’t we supposed not to remember them vividly?” Amarah asked calmly. “However, that felt real, like it wasn’t a dream for me. Is it possible?”
“Nightmares tend to do things like that, Arah,” Gloria answered softly.
“You should go back to sleep,” Clayton finally instructed. He gently pulled her up and led her to her bedroom door. “I’ll be here, right outside your room, Amarah. I’ll stay with you.”
“You don’t have to, Clayton,” Amarah insisted lightly.