Isadora:The dream starts with glass.A thousand shards suspended in midair—silver, sharp, endless—each one catching a flicker of light that doesn’t belong to this world. I stand in the middle of it, barefoot on the fractured reflection of myself. My blood looks like mercury, spilling upward instead of down, gravity bending wrong in the dream the way my reality does now.And then, like clockwork, I feel them.The boys. My monsters. My anchors.Their power hums beneath my skin, too loud, too reckless, too wild. Rhett’s wolf fire burns low and steady in my ribs, Lucian’s ancient hunger coils in my spine, Kai’s light flickers cold behind my eyes, and Silas—his shadows curl around my throat like a whisper. Four heartbeats that shouldn’t live inside me, but do.And I think—no, I know—that’s the only thing keeping me alive.The first crack sounds like thunder.Glass splits in a clean, deliberate line. The pieces begin to fall, one by one, like rain turned into knives.I wake up screaming.E
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