''Calla's POV''The dream started the way all truly terrible ideas did — quietly, and with really good lighting.One moment I was asleep, genuinely and mercifully unconscious for the first time in four nights, and the next I was standing in a moonlit clearing that smelled like pine and something older, something that lived in the back of my memory next to things I was trying to forget. The grass under my bare feet was cool and too vivid, the way things are in dreams when your brain is making an effort. The moon above was the specific shade of silver that meant my wolf was involved.I looked down at myself. Sleep shirt — the oversized grey one with the fraying hem that I'd owned since I was sixteen. No shoes. Hair loose.I looked around the clearing. Trees at the edges, mist at the ground, the specific cinematic quality of a setting that had been designed by something with a flair for the dramatic."Absolutely not," I said to no one."That's what I said," Luca said from behind me. "Abo
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