A human girl.
Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her lips trembling as if she were caught between fear and something else.
She stood beneath a great silver moon, and wolves circled her. But instead of tearing her apart, they bowed.
I jerked awake with a gasp, sweat dampening my temples. For a moment, the image burned behind my eyes, too vivid to ignore.
But then I scoffed.
Dreams were nothing but illusions spun by the restless mind.
I didn’t care who she was, or what she meant.
Because dreams didn’t decide the future.
I did.
I rose with the sun, peeling away the lingering unease like a skin I refused to wear. The servants brought me water scented with lavender and honey, and I let them fuss over me while my thoughts sharpened like blades.
I wasn’t going to waste energy on visions.
