She was running, again.
Not just running-flying, it felt like. She'd been here before. This was a dream, she knew it vividly. But this time it was different.
Her paws struck the snow-dusted earth with practiced grace, as dread filled her chest. The world was sharp and bright and alive. It felt peaceful, but she knew what had come the last time she had dreamed this.
Last time, the moon had gifted her with a nightmare full of grief, death, and destruction. She had no idea what to expect this time.
Trees dusted with snow blurred past as she ran. The moon above was full and heavy, casting silver light over everything. Her heart pounded, not from exhilaration this time, but from fear.
Then the trees parted, and she skidded into the clearing expecting the worst.
Rose's cottage.
But not.
