The Boy From My Dreams

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Every night I had a nightmare.

Every night I almost died in the dream.

Every night I was saved by a stranger.

This stranger was the boy from my dreams.

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Run. Don't look behind you, just run. If you stop, they'll catch you.

Now, I didn't know who "they" were. All I knew is that they weren't good, and that I needed to get out of here as quickly as possible.

I forced my legs to work faster even though the muscles in them were burning from exhaustion. The wind whipped at my face fiercely and my heart was pumping so loudly I could hear it in my ears. My lungs ached for air that couldn't get to them fast enough.

I wouldn't last much longer.

Just as this thought ran through my mind, I stupidly risked a glance over my shoulder. The figures that were chasing me were blurry, and they were gaining on me fast.

If I had to guess, I'd say there was about five or six of them.

I turned back around just in time to see an arm shoot out of nowhere and grab me. I wanted to scream, but was too shocked at the serenity that suddenly flowed through my veins.

I looked up, and my gaze caught cold, gray eyes.

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Strange things have been happening in Libby's dreams. More importantly, strange people have been appearing. Who are these strange attackers?

And who is this mystery boy?

This book is filled with crazy witches, blood thirsty vampires, ancient werewolves, and maybe, just maybe, love.