Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, are you awake?"
Lena’s voice came through my phone, soft and worried, as I lay tangled in my blankets. I’d been awake for hours, tossed in the grip of another vivid dream, and her words barely registered as I struggled to catch my breath.
I blinked at the dark ceiling, my heart still pounding from the dream. "Yeah, Lena... I’m awake."
"Your voice sounded scared," she said gently. "What happened?"
I hesitated, remembering the dream with all its eerie detail. In it, a large, majestic wolf with glowing eyes had appeared in a misty forest. Its eyes were bright, almost piercing, and it kept calling my name—Ivy... Ivy...—over and over. The wolf’s voice was deep and echoing, both soothing and ominous. I felt as if it was urging me to follow, as if it held the key to something
