To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart
Dennise’s point of View
I dreamed of running.
It was not the kind of running that burns your lungs or makes your knees ache, this was silent, liquid, endless. The air was cold and metallic, like moonlight turned into breath. I ran through trees that didn’t sway, under a sky without stars, chasing something I couldn’t name. Every time I almost caught it, a flicker of silver hair, a whisper of laughter, the ground would shift, and I’d stumble, sinking into shadows that felt warm and soft, like they wanted to keep me.
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