SERA
The nightmare happened every night now.
I was running through a dark forest, branches tearing at my skin, my breath in ragged gasps. Behind me, I heard them, wolves, their howls echoing through the trees, Clearwater's voice calling my name, cold and merciless.
"You can't run forever, granddaughter."
I pushed harder, my legs hurting, but the forest never ended. Just endless trees, darkness and the sound of pursuit getting closer.
Then I'd see her. A woman with silver hair and kind eyes, standing in a clearing, my grandmother Elara. She'd reach for me, mouth moving, trying to warn me about something.
But before I could hear her words, Clearwater would appear behind her, his hands would wrap around her throat. Her eyes would meet mine, full of betrayal and pain.
And I'd wake up sc
