The same dream.
A boy with red hair and amber eyes hopelessly running through a maze. He was without a shirt or shoes, and his feet hurt from running all the time, but he was just desperate to find a way out. It feels like he's been trapped in here for a very long time, and every breath came with a gasp.
It was horrifying. The maze was dark, and he couldn't feel his wolf.
Thaddeus opened his eyes slowly, as weak as always. It was the same sight that met his eyes - the same one he's been seeing for weeks now. Dark ceiling covered in black stains.
He was lying on something soft but firm, and his hands and legs were strapped down by something metallic. He could hear the same faint noise of something howling in through the vents - the suppressants that kept his wolf down since he was brought here.
His heartbeat felt weak, and whatever the suppressants were doing to him was about to put him back to sleep, back to that cold, empty maze that never ended.
