Amelia P.O.V
The moment the forest went silent, I knew something was wrong. Not dream-silent. Not peaceful. A silence so deep it felt carved out of the world.
The air felt thick—too still, too heavy—as if something vast were pressing its weight against the edges of the realm. Even the leaves seemed afraid to move. I shifted my stance without thinking, adjusting the baby higher against my chest. His warmth was the only normal thing left in the clearing.
Silver light trembled through the trees, flickering like something behind it was breathing against the surface of the dream. The baby stirred, small fingers curling into my shirt as his soft whimper vibrated against my collarbone.
“Shea…” My voice cracked. “What is this?”
My wolf pressed to the front of my mind sharply, fur bristling be
