The air burns in my lungs. The branches whip me, leaving cuts, but I pay no mind to the pain.
I'm almost there. I hear the beasts' growl behind me, they're getting closer. I can't let them catch me. I can't let them have me. It'll be a fate worse then death.
I need to run faster, push harder. I'm so close. If I can just make it there, into the light, I'll be safe. I'll be home.
I reach the edge of the forest. I made it. I'm free.
But the thought came too soon. A staggering pain shoots through my body from my right foot. A wolf has its jaw clamped down on my right Achilles tendon. I fall to the floor, my arms whaling, looking, searching, for anything to grab. Tears come to my eyes. The pain is nothing compared to the thought that I was almost safe. I was right there, but the beast is pulling me back into the darkness.
Yet hope is not lost. Strong arms wrap around me and pull my body towards theirs. I look to my savor's face and Alexander Skarsgard is looking back at me.
"Find him, trust him, he will keep you safe" a voice waves through my mind.
I jump up into awareness. My heart is pounding and I feel like I can't breathe.
Dreams like that one is the main reason why I never by into the whole 'dreams are suppose to be a message' thing. I mean, wolves chasing me, a voice telling me to find Skarsgard, running towards the light, what the hell?
I stumble out of bed to turn on the light to finish shaking of my nightmare but the light switch isn't where it's supposed to be. I turn to look around the room to figure out what is happing. That's when it dawns on me.
This isn't my room.
That's not my bed and those aren't my clothes hanging in the closet.
I slam the closet door shut, trying to not freak out. All rational thought leaves me when I catch sight of the mirror on the door.
A familiar face looks back at me, but it's not my face.