Estella’s POV
After Bree succeeded in mastering the bipedal wolf, the atmosphere in the training room shifted. Suddenly, everyone wanted to try lucid dreaming again. Full of hope, determination, and thirst for power, they begged me to assist them.
So I obliged. Each session, someone would lie down on the mat while I joined them in their darkest, most private moments and tried to pull them through. It didn’t always work. Sometimes, just sitting through it wasn’t enough. Sometimes my presence didn’t ground them, and I had to pull them out. That didn’t seem to quench their fire, though.
The whole hopping from head to head and separating my soul from my body did take its toll on me after the tenth time, though. I was barely present in Jenny’s dream, my legs heavy and the world around me blu
