Clare POV
I closed my eyes, trying to process his words. It felt so hard to believe, like the world I had lived in for so long had just crumbled into nothing. But somehow, hearing it from him—someone I trusted so deeply—made it easier to swallow.
He paused for a moment before adding, "And hey, I heard some rumors about the school heartthrob, Reed. You've been dreaming about him being a werewolf or something?"
I raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. "Reed? A school heartthrob?"
"Yeah," he said.
"How was he in my dream or imagination whatever you call it?" My voice dropped to a whisper, embarrassed by how much my thoughts had been consumed by him, even in the nightmare world.
