All Chapters of The Outcast’s Fate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

The dream came again wilder this time.A silver forest bathed in moonlight. A woman cloaked in flame and shadow, eyes gleaming gold. Wolves circled Samantha, snarling, yet silent, as if waiting for her to speak. Behind them, the woman stood, unmoving, watching her with a gaze that tore through the veil of time.“Samantha,” the woman whispered in a voice both familiar and otherworldly. “Wake up.”Samantha jolted upright, drenched in sweat, the remnants of the dream clinging to her like thorns. Her breath came in shallow gasps. That face again. That same woman. That wolf. She was certain now it wasn’t just a nightmare. It was something else. A memory… or a call.She threw on her cloak and headed straight for Mira’s cottage.Mira was brewing herbs when Samantha burst in.“I need to talk to you. Please,” Samantha said, her voice shaking.Mira turned slowly. “Another dream?”Samantha nodded, gripping the edge of the table. “The same woman. The same wolves.

The forest shattered.The stars blinked out.Samantha was ripped from the vision like a bird torn from the sky. Her body slammed back into itself breathless, broken.She gasped, sitting upright in the small, firelit room, drenched in sweat, blood trickling from her nose. Her eyes were wide, unseeing at first, still lost in the silver woods. Her hands clawed at the floor, her voice caught in her throat.“No… no… NO!”Mira rushed to her side, grasping her shoulders. “Samantha, you’re safe. You’re here. You’re home.”But Samantha didn’t seem to hear. She clutched Mira’s shirt, sobbing, the weight of the shattered dream crushing down on her chest. “She was turning she was turning around! I almost saw her face!” Her voice cracked. “I almost saw my mother…”Mira held her close, heart aching. “You’ll see her again,” she said gently. “In time. These things don’t come all at once. The bloodline calls in pieces. Like waves. It’s never done with the first tide.”

The name still echoed in her mind long after the forest faded.Ysolde.Samantha stirred, the dying embers casting long shadows across the tent’s walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees like distant voices arguing in a forgotten tongue. She blinked into the darkness, her pulse slow, heavy. The name didn’t feel foreign. It nestled deep inside her like a memory she hadn’t realized was hers.A soft rustling came from the other side of the tent. Ida was curled up under her worn cloak, her breathing steady. The man Tavian, he had finally told them, sat just outside by the fire, sharpening his blade with slow, patient strokes.It was late, and they had stopped when the moon had reached its peak. The forest trail had grown too narrow, too tangled with roots and thorns to push through safely. The hidden path that led to her mother’s sanctuary, Mira had said, was one that demanded both courage and caution. “Blood remembers, and so does the land,” she had warned be