Novel & Cerita The Sleepwalkers

The floor beneath me trembled slightly, like something underneath was trying to push through. Then I heard the whispers. Dozens of them. Layered. Overlapping. “Do you remember what they did?” “Which one were you?” “Jane… or Julia?” I screamed. Everything went black. *I woke with a violent gasp. The sheets were soaked with sweat. My body was trembling, my skin cold despite the heavy duvet. The clock on my nightstand blinked 5:13 AM. I jolted upright, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a scream, arms wrapped tightly around my knees.

She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some." I took small sips of the chicken noodle soup, feeling the chill leave my body. I said, seemingly offhandedly, "It seems like the Jensens went down quicker than I anticipated. Willa is certainly ruthless, but the Jensens were well-established. "They shouldn't have been so easily overwhelmed by Willa's methods. There must have been another party involved here." In that instant, the spoon struck the side of the bowl, producing a sharp clink. I continued, "I can count on one hand the number of people who would call 200 million dolla

The message was clear - I was worthless in their eyes, undeserving of any basic comforts. At night I collapsed into my bunk, muscles aching down to the bone. Sleep brought fleeting escape, but also vivid nightmares of the attack that had destroyed my old life. I often woke in a cold sweat, stifling sobs to avoid disturbing others. The only thing keeping me going was the rumor mill among the slaves. In hushed, furtive whispers exchanged while the Watchers weren't looking, I learned more of this place and its leaders. The Night Walker pack was run by a set of particularly brutal triplet Alphas - Leo, Luke, and Damien. They kept the entire pack under their thumb by fear and violence, ruthlessly

Besides the ever present growl, I'd developed a nighttime issue and it was frustrating both of us. The problem was that I had taken to sleeping out of doors. I usually walked out there after I had gone to sleep. Most mornings I woke up in the woods with Joel snoozing beside me. I'd always been a sleepwalker when I was anxious, just never this bad. Joel said it was the oddest thing he'd ever seen, but he was a good mate. He always went with me. He said he tried to talk to me when I was like that, but I was persistent about where I wanted to be. If he put me back in bed I just got up and walked out again.

Besides the ever-present growl, she'd developed a nighttime issue, and it was frustrating both of them. The problem was that she had taken to sleeping out of doors. She usually walked out there after she had gone to sleep. Most mornings she woke up in the woods with Kyle snoozing beside her. She'd always been a sleepwalker when she was anxious, just never this bad. Kyle said it was the oddest thing he'd ever seen, but he was a good mate. He always went with her. He said he tried to talk to her when she was like that, but she was persistent about where she wanted to be. If he put her back in bed, she just got up and walked out again.

There was Velnair, its gates looming ahead — not opened, not chained, but watching. The heat curled under Serena’s ribs as she neared. The flame hovering near her shoulder pulsed brighter, as if it, too, remembered this city. Lucian walked next to her, quiet and close. His eyes scanned the towers. Elias trailed, fingers drumming the hilt of his crossbow. It was the pack too, heads high, steps steady. They were no longer survivors . They were Lightwalkers now — keepers of the old truths, and the courage to proclaim them.

I was too close but I didn’t say anything because honestly, I was loving every bit of second I get to spend time with her. The walk back was quiet, it was not awkward or tense like it normally was whenever Barbara and I hung out together. This time, it was different and much more peaceful and quiet. It was like the both of us were thinking too much to speak and I kept glancing at her, making sure she was still there, beside me. Something about this didn’t sit right with me Sleepwalking was common, that could happen to anyone. Geoffrey once sleepwalked to my dad’s room a night before we turned twelve. It was one of the most awkward nights ever, definitely never wanting that to happen again.

Chapter 20 There are days my pain is so elaborate... that the salt of my tears tastes not of my own but like that of my ancestors — and the women who dealt with this sorrow before me. — Segovia Amil My Sleepwalking started eighteen months after my child was killed. The first time it happened, I’d fallen asleep in the minister's bedroom and woken on the staircase landing, between his floor and mine. It wasn’t yet dawn when I woke up, so I’d quickly made my way to my bedroom, to make it look like I’d decided to leave him early.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

His words sat heavy. I scanned the open space. “We move straight across,” I told the group. “Together. No stopping. When we get there, we count to three and all touch the spire in unison.” No one argued. We started forward, all of us in one big line. The sand dragged at my boots, making it hard to keep my balance. My side ached with every step. Verity had healed me a lot, but not completely. It still hurt a lot to walk. But I managed to keep pace. Kalev walked close beside me. A little too close.