Someone entered her room, but she barely noticed, still stuck in her nightmares as she was. She'd been having these dreams for weeks, but she had not told anyone about them, not yet. Kiara knew that they were omens, that something was coming for them, something that wanted them all dead. But even though she knew this, how would she explain it to the others? None of them would understand. They would believe she was crazy. Believe that maybe after the fire she had lost it. She couldn't even tell them what it was, just evil, dangerous, and terrifying. So terrifying that she was getting no sleep these days.

So she sat there, head in hands, unsure of what to do until the smell of tea wafted its way to her nostrils. Before she even knew what was happening, Kiara had gotten out of bed and padded to the kitchen, where the scent led her. Without even knocking, she walked in. Only then, did she pause and wonder what the hell she was doing. Perhaps, after having so little of it, chasing after something that would help her sleep was just second nature. 

She should have just stayed in bed. After all, Kiara was sure she looked horrid. Hair messed up from sleep, tear stains on her face, puffy eyes, and not to mention the terrible scar that could be seen on her leg below the hem of her shorts. It was rather embarrassing, so much so that her normally confident voice - which had not really been so since the fire - was quiet, questioning. "Could I have some?" Some would say it was rude to barge in and then ask for something, but it was how they did things around here. With all but the Alpha that was.