Pacing her living room after another night of the same
dream, Victoria sipped slowly from the cup of Chamomile she’d made for herself
and growled in a low tone that rumbled in her chest. Something was happening to
her that she couldn’t explain and the one person with the answers wasn’t as
forthcoming as she’d hoped he’d be. Fluttering near the patio door moved her
eyes from her hands momentarily and she saw the sleek, black feathers of her
newly claimed pet just outside the sliding glass.
