Michael's pov
I knew it was a dream before I even realized where I was, before I even looked up to the sky. My nightmares always started like this... too quiet, too still. The kind of silence that made it seem the whole forest was holding its breath, afraid something might happen.
And then I saw her.
Selene.
She stood alone in the clearing, her hair messed up from running, her dress shining as the moon shone on it. She looked just like she did the day she vanished... both delicate and unbreakable, her eyes shining firmly as she stared at me.
But this time, she wasn’t alone.
One hand rested over her swollen belly, that curve impossible to mistake.
My child.
She moved toward me, slowly, like she wasn’t sure if I would let her get close.
“Michael…” Her voice cracked as she spoke.
