"I will see."
This time the darkness stays as he opens his eyes. It is the panic that forces him up, but once he realises that he stands on four hooves instead of two feet his racing heartbeat calms down again. He is back in the meadow, back to the place it all had started, and this time he awakes without her voice and presence. Yet Brynmor doesn’t seem to worry about that all. He was maybe kicked out of her gruesome little game, he still carried the terrors with him.
Milky white and unseeing eyes stare in the distance. He doesn’t register anything. Not the scents that are carried towards him or the cold winter wind that blows through his thick coat. Not even the sounds around him make him twist his ears. The images his mind throws at him consumes him completely. Some happily flashes from his fun time with both Dera and his friend, but he can also see Dera stumble backwards as she presses her hands against the gaping wound on her stomach. He sees the creature Jack leaning over her body and then he feels himself trembling with the animalistic urge of the werewolf as he kills his friend. And then they come again. Dera, his friend, his real life demon and last but not least he sees himself.
As the images keep repeating themselves his body starts to tremble and his ears are pressed tightly against his skull. Nostrils flare widely and Brynmor snorts loudly in an attempt to release some of the terror he experiences but what doesn’t leave him alone. ”I killed them…” is the only thing he can whimper.
"Through your secret."