THE AWAKENING

Cassidy couldn’t escape the feeling she was being watched.

And it wasn’t the first time she’d felt this way.

A shiver of apprehension crawled up her spine and rattled her skull as she hurriedly walked home. The walking path was illuminated by the barest of street lamps — budget cuts within the city had eliminated bulb replacement — and it was her bad luck that she didn’t own a car and so had to walk home from the university.

Normally, she enjoyed the time to herself to walk home. But lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes were on her, watching her every move.

Of course, the dreams didn’t help either.

For the past week, she’d woken out of a deep, almost drugged sleep, sweat-soaked and achy as if eaten by a fever, and oddly, aroused.

It was disconcerting and a bit embarrassing considering the men in her dreams weren’t exactly men but more like beasts.

Thank God she lived alone. She’d hate to have to explain her behavior when she didn’t have a clue what was going on with her body or her mind.

The bite in the air signaled snow was coming and she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck to ward off the cold. Almost home, she noted with relief, when the old apartment building loomed in the darkness.

A sound, much like that of a coyote or wolf, echoed in the night and she startled at the mournful sound. What the hell?

dog,

were actual wolves running around the city. The idea was

So stop freaking out.

rational, she continued to jump at the shadows from the moving foliage, until when she stepped onto the paved parking

her door to release

grip. No one

she was sufficiently recovered, she tossed her backpack to the table and went straight to the kitchen. She was starved. No, she was beyond starved. She was ravenous.

and peered inside, her eyes lighting on the package of raw hamburger

the raw meat, slurping the blood as it ran in rivulets

disgusted at the errant thought, she deliberately shut the door and grabbed a box of cheese

flu or something, she thought as she munched on the crackers and tried to ignore how the cheesy taste was

meat,

box to the cupboard. Her stomach cramped from hunger

was wrong with her?

caving in? This had to be some

It wasn’t likely her professors were going to