Book 1: Chapter 47

I rush over and turn on the bedside lamp before I crawl onto the bed.

“Bronx, Sweetheart! Wake up! You're having a nightmare." I grasp his shoulders, his face is covered in sweat. He easily pushes me off, cursing deeply at whoever he is fighting in his dream. "Bronx! Wake up, please!”

Very suddenly, he becomes deathly still.

“B-Bronx? A-are you okay?" I lean forward to look at him closer.

His eye shoots open, wider than I have ever seen before and he sits straight up in bed. Fear and anger roll off of him as every muscle in his body tenses. His skin stretches tight over his tensed muscles. He balls his hands into fists and lets out a roar so loud the entire room reverberates. He is breathing roughly through his nostrils, reminding me of a charging bull as his body shakes, the anger building.

“Bronx? You're scaring me." I gently touch his arm. He snaps his head toward me, seeing me for the first time since he woke up. There is no recognition on his face, as if I'm a complete stran