I woke gasping, the dream still clinging to me. Both of them had called my name. One voice soft, almost gentle. The other burning, raw, impossible to ignore. My mark tingled beneath my skin, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

Why was I having this kind of dream again? It feels like I was the one having different thoughts instead of them lately. I've been dreaming of things that were impossible, or maybe things that didn't happen. It feels like my body is becoming what I don't know.

I ...