Episode 5:The Dream
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Alera knelt in the stream, letting the cold water soothe the heat still simmering beneath her skin. The training was intense. Selene pushed her harder every day, teaching her how to tap into the Moonblood—not just survive it.
Her hearing had sharpened. Her speed had doubled. Her instincts? Wild. Dangerous.
But she wasn’t the only one changing.
Something—or someone—had been following her.
She felt it again today. A shift in the air. A scent she didn’t recognize.
She stood, dripping, and turned slowly toward the trees. “Who’s there?”
No answer. Just silence.
But her wolf felt it—male, dominant, unfamiliar. Not Kael.
Later that night, as she sat near the fire, Selene looked up from her scrolls.
“He’s close,” she said without being asked.
“Who?” Alera replied.
“A wolf with no allegiance. No pack. But not rogue. He watches. He waits.”
Alera’s brows furrowed. “What does he want?”
“To see if the prophecy is true.”
Alera swallowed. She was tired of prophecies. Tired of people looking at her like she was a tool.
She wasn’t a weapon.
She was a woman who had bled for her survival.
And if this stranger thought he could use her, he’d learn quickly that she didn’t take orders—not anymore.
Kael sat on the edge of his bed, drenched in sweat, chest rising and falling like he’d just run through fire.
He’d dreamed of her again.
Not as the timid omega from his past—but as something else entirely. Alera had stood beneath the moon, eyes blazing silver, body wrapped in power. Her voice had been sharp as steel.
“You don’t own me anymore, Kael.”
He’d reached for her, but she’d vanished into smoke.
He dragged his hands over his face and cursed. “What the hell is happening to me?”
Coren knocked gently and stepped inside. “Alpha, there’s something else.”
Kael didn’t move. “Spit it out.”
“There’s been a report from the southern watch post. A wolf passed through our borders without being detected. Fast. Strong. Left no trail.”
Kael stood instantly, something primal snapping in his spine. “Not a rogue?”
“No,” Coren said. “Too skilled.”
Kael's voice dropped. “She’s not alone.”
His heart pounded in his chest. It wasn’t just the rejection anymore. He could feel the bond tightening—reshaping. It wasn’t dying. It was evolving. And that terrified him more than anything.
Because if she came back now, she wouldn’t return as his mate.
She’d return as something greater.
Something he couldn’t control.
And deep down… maybe didn’t deserve.
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