× Trix ×
Alvera sits on the edge of the bed, her expression softening. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “It was about Ryder. And Dixie. The Nardoos were here, slaughtering our pack members, and they captured Dixie. They were doing something to the rune in her palm, draining her energy. Ryder was fighting them, but... his head was cut off. I saw it roll on the ground.”
Alvera’s eyes widen, but she remains silent, letting me continue.
“I tried to help Dixie, but she wouldn’t accept it. She thought I was responsible for her predicament. And then Ryder... his death felt so real. I can’t shake it off.”
“Trix, it was just a nightmare,” she says gently. “Ryder is fine. And so are you.”
I shake my head, frustration boiling over. “It doesn’t feel
