"Xenon... Xenon wake up." Neveah shook Xenon awake, her brows furrowed in concern.
His expression was contorted almost painfully, there was a layer of perspiration over his forehead and his fists were tightly clenched by his sides, like he was struggling to restrain himself.
Jian crouched beside him, brows furrowed.
This wasn't even the first time this was happening. It had been a few nights already since he began having night terrors and with each day, it grew even more concerning.
Whenever he woke up, he couldn't recall exactly what he had been dreaming about that distressed him so badly. And while he had concluded his proximity to witch territory just made him uneasy, Neveah was convinced there was something more.
"Xenon...wake up." She tried again, cupping his cheeks.
"Wake up, Xenon."
Xenon gasped, his eyes snapped open and he shot up. He glanced around wildly, his breaths coming out in rapid pants.
