TRINITY
The dream pulled me under as though I were sinking into the depths of an endless ocean. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the forest. Shadows stretched across the ground, cast by the towering trees that loomed overhead. The air was damp and heavy, carrying the scent of earth and moss.
I spun in a slow circle, my breath hitching as I realized where I was. This wasn’t just a dream—it was a memory. The night the rogues attacked me.
The growls began, low and menacing, surrounding me from every direction. My heart thundered in my chest as I turned, searching for an escape, but the shadows seemed alive, shifting and moving, hiding the predators stalking me.
And then they emerged.
Wolves, their eyes glowing with feral hunger, their teeth bared in snarls. They stepped closer, their
