Celeste was seven when the nightmares began.
She'd wake screaming, thrashing in her bed, silver light exploding from her in waves. The first time it happened, the power surge shattered every window in our house.
"It's okay, baby. You're safe. It was just a dream." I held her while she sobbed, her small body shaking.
"Not a dream, Mama. A vision. I saw... I saw bad things. Wolves hurting. Fighting. Fire everywhere." Her violet eyes were wide with terror. "And a shadow. A big dark shadow that wanted to eat everything."
Kaden and I exchanged worried looks over her head.
"Tell us about the shadow," he said gently.
"It was... wrong. Not wolf. Not anything I know. Just dark and angry and hungry." She clutched my shirt. "It wanted me. It kept saying my name. Saying I belonged to it."
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