11. Why is This Girl Alive?

Mari’s POV

I gasp awake, my hands shooting to my throat.

It was a dream, just a dream, I chant in my mind as I try to bring my breathing under control.

There’s no wolf mauling at my neck. It was a dream.

Shifting to a sitting position, I reach towards the bedside cabin and turn on the lamp. What’s the—

I gasp and scramble back on my bed at the sight of the two women standing by my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, looking from one to the other.

I recognise one of them. Naya, from earlier tonight. This time, she’s wearing black leather pants and a matching leather jacket. So is the other one. They look like a pair of assassins…

“You have the worst timing, don’t you?” Naya asks, her lips turning up in a small mocking smile. Then, turning to her companion, she says, “Get her!”

Before I can move any further from then, the other woman gets onto the bed and grabs my hands.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”

“Told you you shouldn’t have snubbed Martha,” Naya says, h