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ARIANA'S POV.
Just then, the door opened, and Luke came in, with a smile fixed on his face, and a tray in his hands. Immediately, he saw me, he dropped the tray on a table, and ran to me.
"Ariana. Are you okay?" He asked, but I didn't reply. I hugged him, and my eyes filled up with tears. He hugged me back, trying to squeeze my fears out of me.
I didn't even know that I'd been so tired of having all those weird dreams. I squeezed my tears onto his shoulder, hating how real the dreams always felt. Maybe it was just something about being in a world where I didn't fit in.
What if those dreams were warning me of a danger to come? What if some bad wolf was waiting somewhere to devour me?
Luke hugged me, patting my back reassuringly, and I cried for a few more minutes before sniffing, and keeping silent.
"Where did you go?" I asked, sniffing again.
