“The moon is watching me again.”That’s the first thought I had when I woke, heart hammering, sheets tangled around my legs as though I’d been running. My breath came in sharp bursts, my throat dry, my skin damp with sweat. The dream clung to me, heavy and vivid, refusing to let go even as the sunlight filtered through my curtains.It was the same dream. Always the same.A forest—endless, wild, alive with whispers. The moon hung huge above me, so close it felt like I could reach out and touch it, its silver light pouring down like a flood. And in the shadows, wolves. Dozens of them. Eyes gleaming like burning coals, teeth bared not in threat but in… recognition. As though they knew me. As though they were waiting.And then—the howl. Low at first, then rising, shaking the marrow of my bones until I couldn’t breathe. A call. A summons.That’s always when I woke.I sat up slowly, pressing a trembling hand against my chest, willing my heartbeat to steady. “It’s just a dream,” I whispered
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