Roxxane's POV
I’m standing in the forest.
Not the one behind the campus. Not any I recognize.
This one feels…ancient. Older than memory and silence itself. The trees are impossibly tall, their trunks thick and gnarled, disappearing into a canopy of darkness that blocks out the sky. Fog curls around my ankles. The ground is damp and soft, like it’s breathing.
Then I see the fire. It’s huge. Violent. Alive.
It crackles in the distance, lightening the trees in flickering amber. Sparks shoot in like fireflies trying to escape.
And in front of the flames stands someone. Someone I know too well.
“Ronan?” My voice is barely a whisper.
He turns.
And my breath stops.
Hell? It’s him.
My brother.
But not the version I remember. Not the shy boy with soft shoulders and restless
