I wake up hours later to the soft glow of Nox’s nightmare creatures. They’re everywhere. Brutus is bigger than he usually is as he stretches out on the bed next to me. When I look past him, there has to be at least a hundred different creatures laid out all over, covering every surface in the room. Most of them are barely more than smoke outlines but I can pick out other puppies of varying sizes. They’re all asleep and curled up with each other in piles, and my breathing stutters to a stop in my chest at the sight of them all.
