Mira woke slowly, the dreams slipping away like water through her fingers.
She had been running through a forest—no, not running. Floating. Someone had been carrying her. Someone warm, with hands that felt like safety and a scent that made her wolf purr.
Then the dream had shifted.
She was younger. Walking through the gardens at a pack gathering, laughing at something her mother had said. And there, across the courtyard, a boy had been watching her. Dark hair. Brown eyes. A smile that made her heart skip.
Adrian.
She had been so happy that day. So certain that fate had brought them together. Her mate. Her future. Her happy ending.
The dream darkened.
The warehouse.
The ropes. The hands. The darkness pressing down on her from all sides. She had been screaming—screa
