Chapter 37

Liora’s sleep grew uneasy in the days after their arrival. Every night, the same dream came — a silver child crying beneath the moon, surrounded by shadows that whispered Draven’s name over and over. She would wake drenched in sweat, her pulse racing, her wolf restless and afraid.

Draven always woke with her. He would reach for her hand, asking what she saw, but she never found the words. The image of the child stayed sharp in her mind, and the whispers… they felt too ...