Chapter 71

The scariest part was that I could never wake myself from these dreams. I was stuck in an endless pit of despair. But now I'm not. This is real. This isn't a dream. And whatever happens right now, is real.  I can hear the squeak of the door as it opens, letting in a cold draft and a light that ulimates everything just beyond my eyelids. I'm tempted to reach up and cover myself from the brightness that itches at me. I don't. I remain as still as possible, not even daring to draw in a breath. I hear the person sigh, and then their breathing. I know they're standing over me when I can feel the immense heat that's radiating off of them. That's how I know they're a werewolf. And that's it's not just anyone, but Liam. It's evident when he presses his fingers to my face, reminding me of right after I was beat senseless by the Purgatory pack.  "You can stop pretending your asleep, Ron," He rumbles, his v