Conall shook me awake again, holding still at the foot of the bed as I sat up with a gasp and a strangled cry. "No more nightmares for you, mo chroí. Up you get." I blinked at the wolf. I'd never seen him properly by daylight. He was like the burning wick of a flame at night, glowing and lighting up a room, but in the sunlight from my window there was a softer quality, and it shook the bleak grip of my dreams out of my head.
