Trinity’s POV
The dream came again, but this time, I was back at my parent’s graveyard.
The graveyard stretched before me in that familiar, haunting way that only existed in dreams. The weathered headstones of my parents stood like silent sentinels against the twilight that seemed to blanket this place whenever my subconscious dragged me here.
This time, I was a bystander in my own dream, watching the recounting of the night I almost died after Luna Mira set me up.
I was suspended above the graves, my hair flowing in a way that defied gravity, and my eyes were… silver. They glowed with an otherworldly power.
The white wolf appeared, just as it always did. Magnificent and ethereal, with fur that seemed to shimmer under the moonlight. It padded silently through the cemetery, moving w
