#Chapter 184 – Bad Dreams

Ella Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away. Blinding light, loss… emptiness. I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has passed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay. Philippe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning. I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.” My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.” “Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed anothe