Caitlyn’s POV
The nightmares started two nights after the rogue died in my bakery.
At first, I thought Kane was just restless. But then, I noticed how his small body would jolt awake, drenched in sweat, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was uneven, his golden eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It was something more.
“Mom,” Kane whispered one night, gripping my arm as I sat on the edge of his bed. His voice was hoarse, like he had been screaming in his sleep. “They keep calling my name.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Who does, sweetheart?”
“The wolves with glowing eyes.”
My heart pounded. “Glowing eyes?” I repeated, brushing damp curls from his forehead.
Kane nodded, his face pale under the dim light of the bedside lamp. “They stand
