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The Strange Vision

Penulis: D.Aeris
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-17 16:14:29

Rian’s POV

“I missed you,” I breathed. I didn’t even realize tears had filled my eyes.

“I never left,” the voice replied gently, deep and ancient, echoing through my bones.

My heart clenched. For years, I thought I was broken. Less. An omega who couldn’t even feel her own wolf, not since the first time someone tried to tame me. Not since the fear began.

Finally, I stood, holding the book to my chest like a shield. I turned and padded quietly back toward my room. The halls were dark now, the palace asleep. I slipped inside and found Mira already curled up on the bed, one leg flung out like she owned the place. A half-eaten cookie rested on her stomach, and I nearly laughed through my still-wet tears.

Carefully, I set the book on the little table by the window and climbed into bed beside her. I didn’t want to wake her. I just needed a moment. Maybe two.

But sleep didn’t come.

Instead, as the moonlight spilled across the stone floor, something shifted.

At first, I thoug
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