Erik dreamed of Mela that night. At first it was beautiful-- all was at peace. She was surrounded in the warm light of an afternoon sun, laughing and smiling into his eyes.

Then, of course, everything turned dark and violent. She growled and snapped at him, howled triumphantly over Estelle's dead body, buried him alive under miles and miles of topsoil.

He awoke gasping for air, frantic in his need to escape.

Mela slept at the foot of Erik's bed in his animal form curled around Hauna and on the opposite side of the bed as Erik's feet to give him his space. She wanted to sleep in his room to make sure he didn't get hurt... and she had Hauna sleep in there as well in her pup form so Mela could keep an eye on her as well. Mela stirred slightly as Erik awoke but didn't seem like she wanted to wake up just yet.