Isla’s POV That night, I had a few strange dreams I couldn’t quite understand. They left me unsettled, a quiet worry for home lingering at the edges of my mind. Still, the warmth of being among the pack was beginning to settle into me, soft and steady. They were fragmented and impossible to understand—fleeting images, unfamiliar faces, and places that stirred a sense of recognition I couldn't quite grasp. Every time I reached for an answer, the dream slipped away, leaving only an uneasy feeling behind. When I opened my eyes, Alex was already watching me. He’d given me quite the scare—or rather, I’d given him one. I’d blacked out twice since he’d found me. “Good morning,” I said, offering a small smile. “Good morning, my little glutton,” he replied, voice warm with teasing. I blinked at him. “What do you mean by that?” Instead of answering, he reached over and gently pinched my cheek, and I couldn’t help but pout at his words“Ouch!” It pulled yesterday’s memories forwar
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