-Cinder's POV-

I was running. I was in a forest. I couldn't remember why I was doing either. I thought I was running from something, but I didn't know what.

When I turned around, it was me... Me in wolf form. I was so focused on the impossible that was chasing me I tripped over a root.

It pounced on me, but I didn't yell. I just stared at it as it breathed heavily in my face. It's eyes were calm, not angry. It just stared at me not moving. I slowly lifted my hand, moving it towards its face. I heard a deep growl start in its throat but I still went closer.

Then it relaxed and pushed its head into my hand, closing its eyes and rubbing up and down. As I brought my other hand up, I hugged its neck.

Then a loud thundering noise cracked the air and my wolfs eyes widened. It stared at me then fell over, blood coming from a gunshot wound. I looked up and Alloy stood with his gun raised at me. A tear fell from my eye at the fallen wolf- the fallen me. Then I stood and ran at him.

Another gunshot filled the air and I fell to the ground, dead....

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I woke with a jolt, screaming. I could still feel the pain on my skin and my heart beating rapidly.

Fennel woke and sat up, coming over to  me and holding me.

"Shh..... It's ok... You're ok...." She said, rocking me back and forth.

I buried my face in her hair. All I thought of was how it always smelled like herbs.

Then I remembered that we were in an Inn.

"Sorry, it was just a bad dream...." I whispered into her hair.

She smiled, "it's ok.... We all get them....." She went back over to her bed and laid down. I stared at the ceiling.

"Fennel?"

"Yes?...."

"Did I ever tell you why I was talking to that old woman?"

She sat up and leaned on her elbow, "No..."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes..."