Alena

“Roak,” I say, my voice steadier now, “my nightmares, they’re not just dreams, are they? They’re omens, fragments of a destiny I’ve yet to understand.”

“Perhaps,” he concedes, crossing the room to take my hands in his. “But Alena, do not let fear of the unknown eclipse the certainty of now. Our bond, our unity—that is real, tangible.”

The warmth from his touch seeps into my veins, emboldening my spirit. In this moment, a thread of clarity ...