***Crystal’s POV***
Sleep did not come gently.
The moment her eyes closed, the world shifted. She stood once more in the battlefield she’d seen a hundred times before—the one that haunted her nights like a drumbeat.
Ash choked the air. The ground was slick with blood, the cries of wolves and witches, fae and beasts clashing under a broken sky.
And in the center of it all—her.
A towering white wolf, luminous even amid the ruin. Her fur shimmered like moonlight, every strike of her claws felling monsters that wore no single shape—creatures made of mingled bloodlines, screaming in voices that belonged to more than one species.
Beside her, a woman cloaked in silver fought with a blade that sang with the stars. Selene.
Crystal’s heart hammered as Bree’s voice curled in her mind, low and
