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?

in her chest. Probably someone’s dog, she told herself when her imagination threatened

wolves running

So stop freaking out.

the shadows from the moving foliage, until when she stepped onto the paved parking lot of her building, she broke out into a run, slamming into her front door and fumbling with the keys

against her door

a grip. No one is

she took several deep, calming breaths and when she was sufficiently recovered, she tossed her backpack to the table and went straight

fridge and peered inside, her eyes lighting on

into the package and devouring the raw meat, slurping

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

thought as she munched on the crackers and tried to ignore how the cheesy taste was starting to make her a little

wanted meat,

cupboard. Her stomach cramped from hunger

was wrong

in? This had to be some kind

be cramming for finals, she was doubled over like she was dying. It wasn’t likely her professors were going to care about her stomach issues when she came to class