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Chapter 110

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"Racheal, my darling. Open your eyes."

The voice was familiar, achingly so, pulling me from the chaos of transformation into something softer. Quieter. My eyes—no longer burning white but simply silver—opened slowly to find myself standing in a place that existed between sleep and waking.

The dream space stretched endlessly around me, painted in shades of moonlight and shadow. No walls, no ceiling, just pure ethereal existence that felt more real than any physical location I'd ever inhabited. And standing directly before me, clearer and more solid than she'd ever appeared in previous visions, was my mother.

"Mama?" My voice cracked on the word, and suddenly I was twelve years old again, small and vulnerable and desperate for her touch.

She looked exactly as I remembered from before the sickness supposedly took her—before the funeral I'd attended with tears streaming down my face while the pack whispered about the curse of Ghost Wolf blood. Her dark hair cascaded past her shoulders in
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