⁺˚*･༓☾ K ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
A couple weeks later
I was woken from a dead sleep as I heard claws on my hardwood floor, scratching. I sighed heavily and ran my hands over my face.
Amara.
I pushed my blanket off of me and swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood before I walked over to the foot of the bed where Amara lay in her wolf form sleeping and scratching at the floor in the middle of the dream.
Her sleep shifting had become almost a nightly thing. She had a lot on her mind and had been incredibly restless for the last couple weeks, despite how hard I pushed her in our training sessions, this girl would not bloody sleep and when she did, I was woken up at least 3 times a night to this.
I crouched down to her and put my hand on her forehead.
"Mara, love you've sleep shifted again." I said softly. Her eyes opened lazily, and she looked at me, with a look of pure defeat. She was exhausted.
