Caz
The dream came without warning.
One moment I was asleep, breath even, wrapped in the calm silence of my house—and the next, I was drowning in smoke and blood.
The air was thick with the stench of burning wood and scorched fur.
Screams tore through the darkness—some human, some wolf. The two blurred together until they were indistinguishable. I could hear my own voice shouting orders, but no one was listening. No one could. Panic had spread like wildfire, faster than any Alpha command could contain.
I was running. My lungs burned. My legs ached. The Eclipse Moon Packhouse—my home—was crumbling. Fire chewed through the roof. Walls buckled. The sky was blackened by smoke and moonless cloud.
I turned a corner and nearly tripped over a body.
No.
Not a body.
William.
He was lying o
