After Ragnar left, I sank back against the pillows, my mind racing with possibilities and plans. The mattress still held a hint of his warmth where he'd been sitting, and the lingering scent of his cologne made it hard to focus. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to clear my head.
I was being stupid, acting like a young wolf in heat!
The dream still haunted the edges of my consciousness. That voice, so ancient and knowing, had felt more real this time. "It's almost time, Celine..." The words echoed in my memory, sending another shiver down my spine. Almost time for what? And why did it feel like these weren't just ordinary nightmares?
My mother was a powerful warlock before she used up all of her spells and strength on eternal youth and beauty. But I've seen her do and make a w
