Jordon screamed and jolted upright in bed. His heart was pounding, it slammed against his ribs. His blankets were tangled around his legs. His skin was covered in cold sweat and feverish, his short hair stuck to his forehead.
Panting, his groped blindly on the nightstand for the candle and flint, his hands shook. He hadn’t had a nightmare in ages, it unnerved him to have one now, so many years after his families' death.
A wolf howled and he froze, flint in hand. The wolf was close.
Slowly he untangled the blankets and climbed from his bed. His legs shaking he walked towards the window. A thin beam of light shown through the shutters, shadows danced across the floor. He swallowed, someone was outside the window.
He had been a warrior once, and now his trained instincts took over.
He walked carefully closer, making his steps light and soundless. Tightening his grip around the flint he threw open the shutters, raising the sharp rock as… No one was there, only the moon. It hung low in the sky, its gentle light playing across the land.
He looked out the window. The light shone on the river Salve, it bounced off and danced on the gray walls of the monastery. The shadows came from those pale reflections.
The moons gentle rays rested on his face, a shield against the nightmare that was fast fading. His skin looked ghostly beneath it, but it was unbroken. No teeth marks, no scratches.
It was only a nightmare, he told himself, only a nightmare.
A breeze drifted through the valley, bringing to him the sweet smell of lilies and damp earth. It dried the sweat on his face, making his skin tight.
He leaned against the sill and breathed in deeply, smiling. His heartbeat slowed, he felt the peace he had earned so long ago come over him. He felt complete again.
He turned back into the room, tossing the flint onto the nightstand. Just as he was climbing into bed the wolf howled again.
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