Leona’s sleep was troubled that night. The events of the day—Zane’s revelations, her sister’s memory, and the looming threat of Alpha Kane—weighed heavily on her mind, creating a storm of conflicting emotions. But in the stillness of the night, the dream came to her.
She stood in the Garden, the scent of lavender filling the air. The vibrant flowers seemed to shimmer in the soft moonlight, but there was something different about the scene—something that made her heart race. There, standing by the patch of her favorite flowers, was her sister.
Leona’s breath caught in her throat as her sister’s familiar figure came into view, but there was something ethereal about her now, as though she were part of the Garden itself, as if the very earth had claimed her.
Her sister turned slowly, her ey
