CARDAN MONTESSORI
The Woman in the Smoke
The dream came again.
Same shadows, same screams.
Same faceless woman chasing me through the forest soaked in blood.
But this time... she spoke.
“You killed them,” she said. Her voice was more wind than sound. “You killed my parents. And now I will kill everything you love.”
I turned to run, but my feet sank into the earth. She walked… no… floated toward me. Her body flickered like firelight, but her face… it was a void, blacker than the moonless night.
“I don’t know you,” I said in the dream. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
Her head tilted, slow and bone-chilling. “You forget so easily, Alpha.”
“Then remind me,” I said.
“Tok late,” she said.
That voice, it sounded familiar, but I couldn't tell whose it was.
“How?,” I asked, my curiosity heigh
