Elsa’s POV The nightmare came again. It always did. Same one, every night. I’m standing in a clearing, trees everywhere, so thick they choke the sky. Two wolves circle me, one black as night with eyes like molten gold, the other silver-gray, with eyes that look too human. Too blue. Too familiar. They move around me slow, deliberate, like hunters toying with their prey. I try to run, but my legs won’t move. I try to shift, but my wolf won’t come. She hides, trembling, useless inside me. Then the black wolf speaks, and it’s Riguel’s voice. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. The silver wolf growls, Killian’s tone sharp, low. She’s mine now. I claimed her. You can’t claim what already belongs to me. Try and stop me. They leap, fangs, fury, chaos, and I scream and wake up soaked in sweat. Three in the damn morning. Again. My heart won’t slow down. I press my hand against it, like that’ll help, breathing in the dark, whispering to myself it’s just a dream. Just my head trying
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