Ariella’s POV
The dream always started the same.
It pulled me under without mercy, the same way it always did… sudden, suffocating, inevitable.
I was eight again, small and carefree, skipping through the moonlit meadows of the Lunaris pack barefoot in the meadow, chasing fireflies with the other children.
Our home was a hidden haven in the valley, ringed by ancient silver-barked trees that glowed under the full moon.
The Lunaris pack was different, peaceful and gentle. We lived by song and healing, our power was in harmony with the moon and the earth.
We weren’t like the other packs… no warriors, no borders stained with blood, no alphas roaring challenges. We were healers… peaceful descendants of the moon goddess.
We were sacred, a clan that was supposed to be protected by all other
