37. Haunted
He awakens drenched in sweat, sheets twisted around his body like a coffin. His mouth is open in a silent, horrified scream, terror plaguing his eyes.
He's seen it again tonight. The horror of watching an innocent child being murdered, held down by ferals on Greyback's orders. He thinks he can still smell the metallic stench of blood clinging to his flesh.
It's been more than a year since he lived with the ferals and witnessed this horrific act, but it still haunts him.
Dora's hands find his face; he leans in to her touch, refusing to share this burden.
A/N: Apologies for not updating Friday; I had work and it completely slipped my mind. I'll be updating tomorrow to get back on track.