Chapter Thirty-Eight: Promise

"I think my arm is broken."

The emo girl said with a curse, and though I do understand she was in pain, better her hand than her foot.

Thank the goddess I followed her.

Being fifteen, my mother advised stopping the wolfsbane I had been taking so I could claim to shift with the rest when I turned sixteen, and while I no longer saw her death, I saw Violet’s instead.

Dreams are just dreams, I uttered to myself before following the emo girl home, only to witness her getting chased by bullies, just like in my dream.

Her death would have occurred if they had pushed her down the stairs, but I broke her fall, maybe sprained something, or it is that I did not stretch before running to her and pulled a muscle; either way, my dream happened.

So, did that mean the dreams of my mother’s death would also occur?

"I called the prince; he’ll be here soon."

I say through panted breaths, still exhausted from the bullies we escaped, who chased us down for some reason as if they were committed to