Colton growled low, even in his sleep, he couldn’t bear to see the fear in his mate’s eyes. Unease grew in the pit of his stomach as he watched her pace back and forth in her family room. He watched in terror as the front door was kicked in and ferals rushed in.
‘Run! Call for help! Come to Lycaonia!’ he yelled.
It didn’t matter how loud he shouted, she couldn’t hear him. He watched helplessly as one of the ferals stalked closer to his mate, a raised knife in hand, and then … nothing.
Colton’s eyes opened and he stared into the darkness. Groaning he rolled over onto his back. He went over every aspect of the dream, trying to figure out where his mate was. The previous dreams had only involved his mate looking worried or anxious, never before had she been in any physical danger.
He could only pray that she was safe; it was all in Fate’s hands now.
