Sasha’s POV
Dream Becomes a Memory. Fire didn’t start the dream. It was a dream.
It flickered at the edges of my vision like breath on a mirror, pulsing with strange life, golden, seething, warm like a mother’s hand, yet ominous as a warning. I stood in the center of a blackened field that wasn’t earth at all, but smooth obsidian, glossy and vast, stretching into a night that had no stars. The air itself shimmered, veined with heat and silence.
I turned in place, heart pounding with a nameless dread. My bare feet should’ve burned, but the stone welcomed me. A heat I should’ve feared instead felt…familiar. Like home.
Then I saw them.
Wolves.
Dozens, no, hundreds of them. Forming a perfect circle around a woman cloaked in scarlet fire, kneeling in the center. The wolves glowed from th
