My mind swam in and out of strange, broken dreams.
One of them was Elias, his body shifting, bones cracking, fur bursting through his skin.
His eyes, those familiar and infuriating hazel eyes, had glowed like gold before he lunged at something I couldn't see.
I woke with a strangled gasp, my hand clutching my chest. My breath came in shallow, rapid bursts, and for a brief, blissful second, I told myself it was only a nightmare.
"Freya," I croaked, rubbing my eyes. My throat felt dry, raw. "Freya, you will not believe the insane dream I just had. I swear, I saw Elias turn into—"
My words stopped.
The bed next to me was empty.
Not just empty. Gone.
There was no sign of Freya's messy pile of books or the neon hair tie she always left on the nightstand. No blanket tossed over the corner of her bed. No second bed at all.
The room wasn't my dorm room.
It was small, the air damp and cool like an old basement. My heart started hammering so loudly I could hear it echo in my ears.
