Alpha's POV
The nightmares now comes every night now, tormenting me in ways I could neither understand nor control. I would wake with a start, heart racing, the sweat clinging to my skin, yet I could never remember the dream. It was as though the remnants of it were slipping through my fingers before I could catch them. A sense of something hauntingly familiar, something I should have known, something I did know eluded me, leaving nothing but confusion in its wake.
The images were jumbled, fragmented, and I hated it. I hated the feeling of being trapped in my own mind, as if someone had sealed the door to my past and thrown away the key. Yet, each night, the door creaked open a little more, though what lay behind it remained shrouded in a mist of forgotten memories.
