AURORA’S POV

I jolted up from my sleep, my chest rising and falling as if I had been running miles. My skin was covered with sweat. For a fleeting moment, those words still echoed in my mind, the same voice, the same warning. The figure in the dream had spoken of a prophecy. The voice had been steady, the edges of the vision dissolved the moment I opened my eyes, and the weight of it pressed down on me.

“ It was a dream?” I whispered to myself.

But it didn't feel like a dream, I ...