Chapter Seventeen
The Wolf Awakens
The dream began with snow.
Not falling.
Waiting.
A vast white landscape stretched endlessly beneath a silver sky. Ancient pines stood silent beneath blankets of untouched snow, their branches glittering beneath a full moon so large it filled half the heavens.
Aveline stood alone.
Barefoot.
The cold should have bitten her skin.
Instead...
It felt comforting.
Like coming home.
She looked down.
She wasn't wearing the emerald dress Doctor Whitmore had given her.
Instead, flowing silver fabric wrapped around her like moonlight woven into cloth.
A soft breeze carried the scent of cedar, wildflowers, and something else...
A scent she somehow recognized.
"Aveline."
The voice wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
It came from everywhere.
And nowh
