Lena was five years old when the nightmares started.Alina woke to her daughter’s screams echoing through the hall. She was moving before consciousness fully returned, Kaden right beside her through the bond.They found Lena sitting up in bed, golden light pulsing from her small hands. Her eyes were open but unfocused, seeing something that wasn’t there.“Lena, wake up,” Alina said, kneeling beside the bed. “Baby, it’s just a dream.”Lena’s eyes focused. The light faded. She threw herself into Alina’s arms, sobbing.“I saw it again,” she gasped. “The thing underground. The hungry thing.”“The Source?”“It’s not asleep anymore. It’s watching. Waiting.” Lena’s whole body shook. “And it’s angry.”Kaden and Alina exchanged looks over their daughter’s head.This was the third nightmare this week. Each one more intense than the last. And each time, Lena described the same thing. The Source stirring. Growing restless.“I’ll send word to the First,” Kaden said. “She needs to know.”The First
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