Whispers pull me from dreams of a young woman who looks just like me and a smiling man who is no longer sad, but happy.
The words come so fast I can't understand them. But as I blink myself awake, still struggling to take in the rushed whispers, hands grip my arms and drag me from my bed and across to the door.
"Ivy? What's going on?" I mumble.
Ivy opens my door. When I hear enraged growls, I wake up. Fast.
As she leads the way down the narrow hallway to the stairs that will take us from the attic to the main floors, she peers over her shoulder. "I think your mate got tired of you being in danger."
I stare at the back of her head. "What?"
We rush down the narrow attic stairs and continue to the fifth floor. Almost all of the doors that we pass stand open, and none of the beds have been made, as if everyone scrambled out of bed just as I did.
"Howls woke most of us. I was heading down when Nolan was sending some of his enforcers out."
