*~~Chapter Forty-Eight~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I know myself more than anyone else. So when something in my body, my consciousness goes off, i can feel it. Bad dreams are omens, warning signs for me.

This is another nightmare. I could tell. The storm, the strewn-up trees, they were the signs I'm about to have a terrible dream. The howling wind screamed through the forest, whipping the branches into a frenzy and sending leaves swirling around me like a cyclone. The sky above was an angry, churning mass of dark clouds, illuminated sporadically by flashes of lightning that cast eerie, fleeting shadows on the ground. Each thunderclap was a deafening roar, shaking the very earth beneath my feet.

The forest was alive with the sound of the storm, but it was a hostile, menacing life. The trees, gnarled and twisted, loomed over me like the skeletal fingers of some ancient giant, their bark rough and blackened as if scorched by some forgotten fire. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a pu