I wasn't looking where I was going when I walked out of the classroom, so like a complete idiot I walked into someone tall and well sculpted. "I'm sorry," I tried to say. My breath caught in my throat as I recognised who I'd walked into.
"It's alright," he said coolly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice like velvet. I couldn't answer.
It wasn't because I'd forgotten how to speak or because he was smiling at me. I was frozen to the spot because I was looking straight into his eyes; pale grey eyes with pinpricks of black and silver in them; the same eyes from my dream. Those enchanting, silver eyes, beautiful and haunting, held me. They were the eyes of a hunter.
They were here, no longer a part of my dreams and nightmares. They were real. I felt like I was drowning in liquid silver as I stared into their depths. They pulled me down lower and lower as the ice began to fill me yet again. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think...