Serenya's POV
I push myself upright in bed, the sheets twisted and soaked.
The air in the room is heavy, and I taste salt from the sweat slicking my face and chest. My lungs burn as I try to pull a steady breath, but the terror from the dream grips my throat.
He was there, Kaelen, his scent overwhelming, his hands on me, his wholeness inside me.
Why did I dream of him? And why were we fvcking in my dream?
A shiver runs down my spine.
Then the shift: Celestine's cold, triumphant snarl as she drove a blade into my chest. Above her, the shadow of Alpha Veyra, his eyes empty of judgment, watching the end of me as if I were a speck of dust being wiped clean. The old woman’s voice echoes in the void: “It will consume you.”
I press my palms to my eyes, fighting the frantic, shallow bre
