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It's the ugliest thing he's ever seen, a bad art project made by a toddler in the dark. But he can't even stop his hand from reaching for it. "You make this, kid?" Ashely shakes his head. "Ariadne— Mama did, for me." Victor slides the thing underneath his jacket, smoothing it securely in place. "Why are you giving it to me then?" "Dreamcatchers catch bad dreams," Ashely explains. "Your nightmares are much worse than mine. Yours are real, and they're coming for you, Victor." A shudder runs down Victor's spine, and the moment is gone. Ashely stands, hand outstretched. "Do you have a quarter?"

Yawning, I lay down as I let sleep take my tired body over again, trying to forget this horrible day in my life. *** I start to drift into my peaceful dreams where I have built a different world for myself that gives me hope for the future. I have a Bampire mate, and we will try to breed a little one of our own. We can live happily, and our baby Bampire can grow into a strong warrior with honor and respect.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

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The council murmured, their attention fixed on the subtle aurora-like glow threading through the chamber. --- Global Dreamscape — Sophia’s Perspective Sophia moved through dreamscapes made of fragments: sunlight on ocean waves, the scent of pine forests after rain, the laughter of children she had never met, the sighs of lovers in hidden rooms. Each memory, each feeling, became a note in the symphony. She felt the fears too: isolation in a Mumbai slum, grief in a Parisian apartment, rage in a Chicago street. They surged toward her, raw and unfiltered. Yet even these chaotic threads, when touched by the resonance, softened, integrated, transformed into understanding.

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

Staring in adoration at the couple who are unaware of our intrusion. Narrators Narrative; It's another beautiful morning at the side of New Jersey, where the Durans reside. Christy is sitting on a couch, close to the window, surfing the internet. With her plan draft stolen, and father's petting zoo out of reach, there's very little but this she can do, to while away time. She decided not to stay looked up in her bedroom, feeling like a defeated loser. Although her bedroom is her safe heaven, she ought to come out of it, and be strong.

DAKOTA Right after I'd left Dashiell's property, I'd headed home and curled up in bed, my emotions running high. I'd been determined to keep my distance from my mate. However, everything changed when I fell asleep and dreamt of my past life as Alyssa. I'd dreamt of the exact moment when Violet betrayed Dashiell and delivered him into the hands of the Guild. I'd awoken with an overwhelming feeling of yearning. Refusing to give in, I'd spent the rest of the day in my room. Consequently, this yearning only worsened, and Ocean wouldn't stop whining in my head. So, I decided to swallow my pride, slip on my coat, and leave the house.

The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me. But as the night wore on, the dreamscape shifted, blending reality with imagination. I found myself standing in a hazy landscape, caught between consciousness and the ethereal realm of the mind. In this surreal realm, I felt a renewed sense of respect and responsibility towards Beatrice. She was the Luna of my pack, Luna Red of the Red pack and I had an objective towards protecting her and the child she carried.