Aliona’s POV
That night, sleep came reluctantly, like a wary stranger. My body was tired, but my mind… my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Bloodmoon pack had left a mark on me that no words could erase. The way Luna Amara’s pale face lit up when her eyes met mine, the desperate cry of “Daughter!” still echoed in my ears.
Even worse, Julian rejected our routine exercise. Yet somehow, I still felt pain.
When I finally drifted into sleep, the dream came.
At first, it was soft. Gentle. I was walking in a meadow, wildflowers brushing against my palms, sunlight warm on my face. A woman walked beside me. I could feel her presence as real as the earth beneath my feet, could hear the quiet rhythm of her breathing.
But when I turned my head, her face blurred—like mist rising from water. I tried to f
