#Chapter 156: Nightmares

The woods were dark and eerily silent. I stepped into a small clearing, grass crunching beneath my paws. “Celeste?” a familiar voice said. Standing across the wide expanse in the trees was Matt. He was still human, and he took a tentative step out of the dense cover. “Celeste?” he called in a low voice. A shiver ran through me, and I moved closer. He took a few more steps, his blue eyes bright. He reached out his hand, a pleading look on his face. “Celeste!” A moment later, he gasped, looking down at his chest. Blood bloomed from a wound in his front, spilling across his white t-shirt. The man who stabbed him had appeared out of nowhere, and he turned to look at me as I growled. Ronan grinned, a mean glint to his eye. One moment he was standing there, a man, and the next he was a huge russet wolf. He gave a long, triumphant howl, then took off into the night. Matt gurgled, blood spilling from his mouth, and fell to his knees. I ran to him, panic quickening my heart. It thrummed