The Dream That Haunts Me
"Savanah's POV"
Run, run, and don’t look back…
I woke up sweating, my breaths heavy and uneven.
The room was dark, except for a sliver of moonlight slicing through the curtains. My sheets clung to me like a second skin, damp from the nightmare that had haunted me for weeks always the same voice, always the same forest, always the same command. Run.
I sat up slowly, brushing my hair from my face, trying to calm my racing heart. My pulse drummed in my ears like war drums. The dream never changed, but tonight… tonight it felt real. Like the trees had whispered my name. Like the blood on my hands wasn’t just part of a dream anymore.
The academy was silent. Even the wind had gone still, as if the entire world was holding its breath.
I wasn’t supposed to be here not really. I was a charity case. An outsider. No bloodline, no heritage, no last name worth mentioning. Just Savanah. The girl they found in the woods. The girl who shouldn’t have survived.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood barefoot on the cold floor. My fingers brushed the necklace I never took off a small crescent moon pendant, the only thing I’d been wearing when they found me all those years ago. I didn’t know where I came from or who I really was. But lately… I’d started to feel it.
Something waking inside me.
Something ancient.
Something angry.
And then there was him. Dean.
My heart clenched.
I hadn’t seen him in years not since I left our pack to come here. But his messages still found me. A whisper through the bond. A scribbled note under my pillow. A dream that ended with his name on my lips.
They told me to forget him.
They told me my future belonged to the academy.
They told me Dean was forbidden.
But I’ve never been good at following rules.
A soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. I didn’t need to ask who it was. Mira never waited for an invitation.
The door burst open, revealing a goddess in silk long golden hair, full lips, and hips that made even statues jealous. I could’ve hated her for looking like she stepped out of a dream. But I didn’t. Not when she was my only friend. My sister.
Mira threw herself dramatically onto my bed, scrunching her nose in mock disgust.
“You reek. You do know baths exist, right?”
I actually laughed a real laugh.
“That’s why you snuck in here in the middle of the night? To judge my hygiene?”
“Just because we live in a prison full of untrained alpha males doesn’t mean we need to abandon our femininity,” she replied in that oh-so-diplomatic tone I knew too well.
She wasn’t here to chat. I could see it in her eyes.
She sighed. “The dream again?”
I just nodded. I couldn’t bear the way her eyes softened, full of pity. Not now. Not yet. I had to figure it out. I had to believe it meant something… even if I didn’t know what.
I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. The only comfort I had was the daily routine. But the nights… the nights were endless.
Filled with shadows and memories I wasn’t sure were even mine.
“Come on,” she said, tugging me gently. “I can’t watch you spiral anymore. I heated the water. We’re going to the wellness pool if you can even call it that.”
Once again, Mira pulled me out of my head and into the dark hallways of the academy.
We tiptoed like guilty children, muffling our laughter as we slipped into the shadows.
