“Wake up, Allison! Your mum wants to talk to you!” Sarah’s voice cut through the thin veil of sleep, yanking me out of a dream already spiraling into something dark.
It was the same kind of dream I’d been having in twisted variations ever since my date last Friday with Lucien. At this point, it felt less like dreaming and more like drowning—like my own mind was conspiring against me.
In today’s dream, Lucien’s mouth was on mine—soft, hungry, unrelenting. My body melted into his, heat flooding me in waves. Then, without warning, his eyes flared molten yellow, burning straight through me. His face began to shift, bones stretching beneath his skin, white hair sprouting. Around us, the forest bent and twisted—the trees groaning as if caught in some violent storm. Somewhere in the dark, wolv
