Chapter 8: JAXON

The house is dead quiet as it’s always been since it’s moved here. I’ve awoken to a soaked bed, my shirt ripped at the edges as if I was fighting myself and sheet askew. It’s a nightmare. Just another one, I remind myself. I can see myself in the darkness, at least I think it’s myself, either the monster I will become or the man I once was. I’m not sure anymore. The silhouettes around me are faceless, the claws extending from the hands bloodied. I can’t stand on two legs while in my wolf form, so that monster shouldn’t be me. Yet I can’t fight the feeling that it isn’t. There’s a circle of flames around me, dead people everywhere, it boiling hot like a geyser, spreading left and right yet I walk between the flames. Only a monster can do that, can’t they? Walk in flames.

It’s terrifying. I haven’t had dreams in years and yet when I do close my eyes, that’s the only thing I see behind my eyelids. Now I’m too petrified to even want to sleep. I can’t escape what I become during the day, an