Serena’s POV
I dreamed of fire. Flames licked the edges of my vision, consuming everything in their path. I stood in the middle of it all, untouched but unable to move. Ethan’s voice echoed around me, a haunting whisper.
“This is only the beginning, Serena. You can’t run from what you are.”
I woke with a start, my heart racing and my skin slick with sweat. The room was dark and still, but the dream’s suffocating intensity lingered.
What did Ethan mean? What was I?
I sat up, running a hand through my silver hair. Sleep wouldn’t come again—not after that. I needed air.
Pulling on a jacket, I slipped out of my room and into the cool night. The packhouse was quiet, the warriors likely patrolling the borders. The moon hung low, casting long shadows over the clearing.
I hadn’t gotten far
