Roisin
She was right. Everything had changed the moment we arrived at the Lycan kingdom—the nightmares, the visions, the near-death experiences. They weren’t random, they were connected somehow. And it felt like whatever it was, it was getting worse.
“What if this spells doom for us?” Jaeni's voice was a low growl in my mind, her unease crackling like static.
I swallowed, the heaviness of dread sinking into my bones. “We have to figure it out,” I said, my voice trembling. “Whatever this is, we have to stop it.”
Jaeni's agreement came swiftly. “Yes. And we can’t wait until it’s too late. But for now, we must tread carefully. We don’t know who or what is behind this.”
I nodded to myself, slowly getting out of bed. The last remnants of the nightmare clung to my skin like icy fingers bru
