The dreams began at dawn.
Ivy stood in a forest of silver trees, their leaves glowing like starlight. The air hummed with power so dense it pressed against her lungs. Every breath tasted of lightning and moonlight.
At the center of the forest stood a stone altar, ancient beyond time. Symbols burned across its surface runes she somehow understood without ever having learned them.
Blood remembers.
The words echoed inside her skull.
She stepped forward, drawn by an invisible force. With each step, her heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the world beneath her feet.
Then she saw the wolf.
It was colossal, its fur a storm of silver and black, its eyes twin galaxies swirling with ancient knowledge. This was no ordinary wolf. This was the First Queen. The origin. The beginning.
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