After the guard's words, I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them up the next second. I looked around me. I was still in the field where the execution was taking place. I wasn't dreaming. This was no imagination either. So, surely the Nick that had led me here hadn't just been a figment of my imagination; he had been real.
I shook my head, not understanding what was going on in my life today. From the rape incident, to being a mate to a wicked Alpha, to finding my pictures in the room of the Alpha's late mother, to being escorted by a... I didn't even know what name to tag whatever had led me here. A spirit perhaps? Or a ghost. An apparition?