Alissa's POV
I had a dream tonight. In it, I knelt in the grand hall of the Silver Oak Pack, my trembling hand clasping that of a drooling little boy.
Above me, countless pairs of bloodstained eyes glared, their intensity drilling into my very soul. Around me, a storm of jeers and curses echoed. Words like "shameless" and "despicable" lashed out, their venomous weight striking me harder than any blow.
In the midst of it all stood my grandfather, the former Alpha, now gaunt and wiry. He gripped a whip soaked in brine, his strikes unrelenting as he roared, "Disgraceful! Absolutely disgraceful! How dare you touch our brightest hope!"
Then the dream ended. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself drenched in sweat. Grabbing tissues from the bedside table, I froze as soon as I moved—Ethan’s
