I gently disentangle myself from Tristan's arms, sitting up against the headboard and taking a moment to admire the warmth and comfort that my room currently has. The memories of the dream, or rather, the encounter with the Fates, linger vividly in my mind. It felt surreal, yet the responsibility they have bestowed upon me is undeniably real. I close my eyes and reach out to my wolf.
"Iris?" I call out through the link.
She sat up groggily, not even opening her eyes. "Autumn, it's so early. Go snuggle with mate." She lay back down, resting her head back down on her paws.
"No, Iris, I need to talk to you. Now." I said with worry.
This caught her attention because she rose quickly, sitting on her haunches. "What is it? Are you okay?"
"I... I met with the Fates." I murmured.
"I don't
