LOGAN
It always started the same way. The forest quiet, the leaves too still, the sky unnaturally red. No birds. No breeze. Just that awful, choking silence. Then, without warning, the cold flames would rise, blue at the base, red at the edges, dancing without heat. I knew it was a dream, but my body didn’t feel that way. My chest tightened. My wolf stirred, alert and restless.
I tried to move faster through the forest, but the path shifted under me. The ground turned soft, then muddy, then dry again. No matter how far I walked, I kept ending up in the same clearing. The trees bent inwards like they were watching. Judging.
And she was there.
Nora.
Always standing in the center, barefoot, wearing the same white dress. Her hair hung around her face, tangled and wild, but her eyes were t
