The dream did not feel like sleep.
It felt like stepping sideways.
I knew I was dreaming because the air shimmered silver, because the ground beneath my feet was neither earth nor stone but something luminous and endless. Yet I was fully aware. Whole. Breathing.
And I was not alone.
Derek stood to my right, dressed not in armor or dark linen but in simple black, wind lifting his hair though no sky existed above us. Jax stood to my left, shoulders bare, eyes sharper than I had ever seen them.
Neither looked confused.
They looked alert.
“We’re together,” Jax said quietly.
“Yes,” Derek replied.
The word echoed slightly, as if the space around us were listening.
Ahead, light gathered.
At first it was mist. Then shape. Then movement.
She stepped forward from the brightness as if cro
