Shireen awoke swimming in cold sweat, a scream on her lips. Seeing the familiar grey ceiling, her erratic heart began slowing its pace. She often had nightmares in the past, but none so vivid. Everything felt real and was seared in her memory as if it was reality and not a dream. Even the place on her leg where the tentacle had grabbed her felt itchy and swollen. Shireen noticed Ghost crouching in front of her bed with his teeth bared in a quiet snarl at something in the distance. His tail was vibrating, his fur was standing up, and his red eyes were glowing balefully. A few moments passed as the direwolf slowly relaxed and lazily curled down in the middle of her floor. He appeared to be asleep, but his ears were twitching, one eye open and carefully scanning the room.