~ Amira ~
As soon as she was thrust from the dream, sleep escaped Amira as she fluttered her eyes open. There it was, the luxury bedroom she was getting accustomed to. The elegant ceiling, free from any imperfections, displayed a pristine, unblemished coat of white paint. This was her current reality.
It was all so surreal, especially after that dream. Amira's hand went to her lips and then scoffed at the shimmering sensation on her lips. Lips that were not her own. She dropped her hand as a cloud of unease and anger settled over her.
Alpha King Rhys was currently in her body and was in the Wilds, most likely learning everything to do with the rebels' organisation. Sooner or later, Rhys was going to figure out where he was and where their traps were. Eventually, they were going
