Faelan nodded, the images still lingering, but he refused to turn openly into the comfort of Sirius' hand. He had not dreamt about that night in weeks, maybe months. Why was he doing so now? He didn't want to think about it...
"The alpha of my pack," Faelan whispered, clutching the blankets with fingers that opened and closed restlessly. "They killed him...killed..." He dropped his head to the opposite side, the night still dark beyond his window and Edward shifting on his perch, awake.