Ava's POV
That night, I barely slept.
My wolf refused to rest, pacing endlessly beneath my skin, agitated and uneasy. When sleep finally dragged me under, it wasn’t mercy, it was torment.
I saw June.
She was lying on a hospital bed, so small, so fragile. Her appearance sent panic surging through me even in the dream. Her little body was covered in wounds, blood staining the sheets, her tiny hands reaching out.
“Mom… please…”
Her voice was broken and trembling as she begged.
My wolf howled, clawing forward, desperate to reach her, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t get to her. No matter how hard I tried, something held me back.
Then the scene shifted. This one was cold and dark. June was no longer in a bed, she was inside a cremation furnace.
The metallic scent of death choked the air
