The dream came again.

Only this time, I wasn’t drowning.

I was standing.

The ground beneath me was made of bone with thousands of wolf skulls stretching into the horizon. Above, the moon hung swollen and red, dripping blood like tears.

And at the center of it all… a mirror.

It wasn’t made of glass. It was a slab of polished bone, smooth as water. My reflection wavered across its pale surface.

Except it wasn’t me.

It was her.

The First Omega.

Her eyes were black voids, her hair ...