LUCIEN’S POV
The dream started like a storm, pulling me into chaos before I could orient myself. The sky above was blood red, swirling with angry clouds that crackled with lightning. I stood in a dense forest, the air thick with the stench of blood and fur.
Growls and snarls echoed all around me. Shadows moved in the trees—werewolves, dozens of them, their glowing yellow eyes locked on me. My body tensed, instincts flaring as I realized I wasn’t alone in this fight.
Damon stood a few feet away, his posture rigid, his eyes burning with the same determination that fueled mine. He didn’t look at me, but the subtle nod he gave said enough—we had a common enemy.
Then I saw her.
Olivia.
She was lying unconscious in the arms of a hooded figure, her body limp, her head lolling to the sid
