C59 The Red wolf

I jolted awake, gasping for air as beads of sweat trickled down my skin despite the cool night breeze. Just before waking, I had a dream— or perhaps a vision— the same one about the red wolf and me riding on its back.

This time it felt different because, in the vision, I saw Praya screaming in pain, and the sound of her agonizing screams echoed in my mind, waking me up immediately