Chapter 8. Eldad

SAELYNA

On the bright side, we are not dead. Worst case scenario, we don’t know where we are. But Xanwed hasn’t gotten us, that much is certain.

Cyran is awake, and looking at me with a queer expression.

“What is it?” I ask, sitting up. It requires a lot of effort than usual, and a headache begins as I do.

“I saw your dream again,” he says quietly.

“Cyran, you said you’d stop,” I say resignedly.

“I did stop. Last night it just filtered in. Your mind is fucked up, Saelyna.”

I don’t want to talk about the crazy dream I had, where Jerran and I were back together. The twist was that we both were wolf-genn.

Most times I try not to think about the guy that jilted me. Other times, I bring myself to. That way I have someone to blame everything on. That way, I can allow myself to feel emotion.

I take time to examine our prison. It’s a room, but it has six corners and the air inside here is colder than usual. For some reason as well, I can