I was in trouble.Big, big trouble.First, because the option of Prince Noah simply calling off the wedding no longer existed, apparently. Second, a few moments earlier, I had seen one of his men, the one called Atticus, leave in the direction of Alpha's house, probably to let her know that the wedding preparations could begin.And third, worst of all, Noah genuinely seemed to believe that something good or useful could come out of my nightmares.That was why I was there now, walking through that enormous cabin. Under normal circumstances, I would have stayed in bed crying in the fetal position until I fell asleep, but I guess I didn't have time for that. I needed to find Noah and, at least try, to change his mind.It wasn't the first time someone had thought they could use my dreams to prevent a tragedy. Louis, my parents, and even myself had tried it before. But it was no use. Knowing something bad was going to happen was pointless when you didn'
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