Elara woke up slowly, her head throbbing with a dull, heavy pain.She blinked against the soft lighting, confused. The ceiling looked familiar. Too familiar. The scent in the air, lavender, made her stomach twist.This was her old room.In the Night Light Pack house.She sat up quickly, heart racing. The same bed. The same curtains. The same vanity table where she used to sit and try to look perfect for Lucan.No. This couldn’t be real.Lucan was sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching her with a gentle, concerned expression.“Easy, my love,” he said softly, leaning forward. “You had a bad dream again.”Elara stared at him, her mind spinning. Something felt deeply wrong. Her body ached like she had been running for hours, but she couldn’t remember why.“I… what happened?” she whispered.Lucan reached out and took her hand, stroking it tenderly. “You’ve been having these strange nightmares for weeks now. You keep thinking you left me. That you ran away to some mountain with another
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