Odett’s POV
The nightmare returned three nights later. White flowers covered the trees around a witch coven, and the houses looked peaceful until I stepped inside one. Blood marked the floor beneath a table set for dinner. A fire still burned on the hearth, but nobody answered when I called. I woke with Sam’s name caught in my throat.
‘We need to tell Mom,’ Lorilie insisted with a worried growl.
‘There is nothing to tell her,’ I argued silently.
‘You know that is not true,’ Lorilie replied.
The dreams came once or twice a week after that. I saw packs, covens, vampire collectives, fairy communities, and places I could not name. Each had been damaged in some way. None held the people who should have lived there.
I left a lamp burning beside my bed. It did nothing to stop the dreams, bu
