Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning, tired and weak. I was wearing the same gown as yesterday. It was the only thing I had presently. There was this dream I had; I was trying to remember it, but it was futile. It was as if the memory of it had been wiped off my mind with just some hazy remnants to hold on to, which was yielding me nothing. I tried to dig deeper into my mind, but the result was still the same. I don’t usually dream; I could go a full year without having a single dream. Which was why this particular one nagged at me, and through some quite strong instincts, I had this feeling it was an important one. This dream was significant, but why couldn’t I still remember it?

I looked out the window; it was still dark outside. I didn’t know what time it was because there was no clock in the room, but I was certain it was a new day. Everywhere was still quiet. I heard only the occasional chirping of crickets and a very distant howling of werewolves, or maybe it was just normal wolve