I woke before dawn. The room was quiet except for the soft crackle of the dying fire. My first night in this house, my father’s house, now mine, felt heavier than I imagined. The bed was large and the sheets soft, but sleep had not come easy.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. The dream had come again, the same dream that had haunted me since the Blood Moon. But this time, it was different and clearer.
The forest was there as always; misty, cold, and whispering. I had been running faster than I thought my legs could carry me. My wolf’s heart thudded in my chest and I could smell blood and soil. Then he appeared; the wild Alpha wolf. The one who had bitten me.
Only this time, I saw his face. It wasn’t hidden by shadows or rage. His eyes; dark, burning and filled with pain, locked on mi
