Piper
I’m floating in a haze, somewhere between consciousness and the pull of something warm and familiar. My body feels heavy, but my mind races, fragments of my dream twisting together like a kaleidoscope of fear and confusion.
Where am I?
My fingers twitch, curling into the soft fabric beneath me. My lips move, but no sound comes out. I force my eyes open slowly, the bright light stabbing into my skull. Blinking hard, I try to adjust.
Am I dreaming?
For a moment, I hope so. The images in my head—too strange, too wild—can’t be real. A wolf with golden eyes, staring at me, speaking to me as if I belonged to it. Its words were sharp, mocking, but the way it looked at me... No. That couldn’t be real. And the most ridiculous part? The wolf turned into Elijah.
Crazy, right?
I take a de
