Who could the man in my dreams be? The Rogue Alpha? The nine elders? Why would he appear to me? Or they?
The fire, the seal, the sword—everything seemed tangled. And it all led to the same root. The Aurora’s Seal. The one I had seen in the man’s hand, and now, the very sword Luca wielded too.
I closed my eyes, rubbing my arms as the night wind brushed past my skin.
A twig snapped behind me.
I turned quickly, my body on edge—but I relaxed the moment I saw him.
“Nathan?” I sighed, surprised.
He walked up to me, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his eyes possibly wondering why I'm out here. Why was he out here?
“You’re out here again tonight?” he asked, a quiet concern in his voice.
I dropped my gaze, ashamed at how predictable this had become. “Yes… again.”
He gave a short sigh and stepped closer. “You haven't been sleeping well for the past few days, Mira. You need rest.”
“I know,” I said, more bitterly than I intended. “But I can't help it.”
He watched me. "Why? What's t
