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Chapter 26 - The Nightmares

The cold covers her skin like darkness covering the night sky. She rubs her arms vigorously to feel even a tad bit of the heat on her skin.

She has never loved the heat but never in her dreams would she have ever thought, a wolf can feel the cold or even be bothered by the cold.

And to top it off, she was all alone. And Romania Greene was never alone.

"Is this what her life had become?", She thought.

"Where is grandmother Gaia?", she asked herself.

She could see a small cottage ahead. This was it, the cottage was better than nothing and being in the cold.

"Hello"

Her voice echoed as she spoke. It was quite evident that the cottage might not have been used in years.

Everything felt dusty and she could smell it too. Even the weakest wolf could.

Just as she entered, the door slammed shut, frightening her. But like always, she had to remind herself to keep her cool, cause that was the only thing that mattered.

Her eyes roamed around the place, and she found it creepy, very creepy. Huge cooking pots that were invading the tiny space in the room.

Then the flames lit up on it's own accord and started to spread like wild fire. Romania's heart was ready to jump out of her chest.

There was really nothing she could do. But then she wasn't ready to die here. She just run back to the door, trying to force it open.

Romania wasn't going to accept her fate and she wasn't going to die by fire either. That was like a burst to her ego.

She has always hated the heat and today, she's going to die because of the heat?

Never.

She refused to accept that. She threw soft punches at the door, praying that it would at least open.

She found herself in the middle of the room, with the fire around her and she had no idea how she got to be in the centre of the room.

Her eyes grew big like saucers, her hand on her chest.

A loud gasp left her mouth as she jolted awake, her hand still on her chest and of course her eyes had grew huge too.

It was like she was living the nightmare she had just been in, but without the fire and the cold.

Her eyes flew to her silver curtains. And just like that, it was caught in flames. Wild screams flew out of her mouth as she covered her ears, trying to block out her own screams.

Her eyes flew to her feet and the fire burned her feet. She realized that the fire was in her eyes.

She sat on a bed ignited in flames, the heat crawled on her skin and yet she was unharmed.

Her eyes flew open for the third time and she released a satisfactory sigh when she realized it was all but a horrible dream, a horrible nightmare.

Romania allowed her eyes to close again, embracing sleep. She just prayed that the nightmares didn't come again.

The next day, she woke up extremely happy. She needed to start her day with positivity and a harmless dream couldn't affect her life.

"Good morning grandma", Romania greets.

"Good morning my dear, how was your night?", Gaia asks.

"Okay", she replies nervously then laughs it off.

Gaia of course notices it but let it slide.

Romania takes her seat on the dining table, ready to stuff her face with some pancakes.