June's POV.
I never asked for any of this.
Not the nightmares. Not the fear. And definitely not the war.
I was happy staying in the background—patching up bruises, brewing teas, and reminding stubborn warriors to rest after battle. I was the healer. The quiet one. The one people barely noticed.
But everything changed the night I saw it.
The thing with red eyes.
It wasn’t a wolf.
It wasn’t a man.
It was something else. Something twisted. Ancient. And it looked right at me like it knew me.
Like it had been waiting.
I wake to the sound of crows calling outside my window. My chest is tight. My throat dry. Another nightmare.
Always the same.
The woods. The wind. The glowing eyes in the shadows.
I sit up slowly, pressing a shaking hand to my heart. It’s still pounding. Still racing
