Mira didn't sleep.
Not even for a second.
She lay still at first, staring up at the ceiling, her body tense beneath the sheets as the storm raged on outside. Thunder cracked through the sky at intervals, each one echoing too closely to the chaos in her mind.
Every time she closed her eyes—
She saw it.
Red eyes, white fur.
Her mother's face twisting into something unnatural.
Then—Evren on the floor, pale and bleeding out.
Her breath shuddered as she turned to her side, gripping the edge of the pillow.
"Get it together," she muttered under her breath.
It was just a dream.
It had to be.
But the memory of that presence—the weight of it—lingered, pressing down on her chest like something real.
Something watching.
A creature far greater than a mere wol
