Willow’s POV

That night, I had the strangest dream. A wolf stood on my roof, pure white and majestic, with piercing eyes that seemed to see through my very soul. Yet, it wasn’t threatening, it smiled at me, radiating a warmth that made my fears ebb away.

For a moment, I felt a peace I hadn’t known in years. It was like a heavy burden, one that served as an obstacle had been replaced by something else, something calmer, something that exuded a sense of contentment with my imperfect ...