Samantha's eyes flew open as a searing pain shot through her chest. She gasped, clutching at the sheets, but there was no glow emanating from her hands. She had been dreaming.
In a panic, she looked around the room, her gaze landing on Marcus, who had rushed to her bedside.
"Samantha! I heard you cry out. What happened?"
Samantha released a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves. "It... it was just a dream. But it felt so real."
Marcus's brow furrowed with concern as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about it."
Samantha recounted the vivid images that had flashed through her mind - the car, the sanctuary, the impending war. As she spoke, Marcus's expression grew increasingly serious.
"Belmont and the hunters," he murmured. "This is troubling. Even without any special powers, the stress of the situation must have been weighing heavily on you."
