TORN BETWEEN MATES
“Flameborne or not, she could bring destruction to our pack.”
I stop and press my back to the wall, feeling the words sink into my skin like thorns. No matter what I do, there will always be people who fear me And maybe they have a reason.
That night, I experienced another dream.
I’m standing in a blazing forest, surrounded by screams. The crimson-eyed man walks toward me through the flames, unharmed.
“This is your destiny,” he says. “Fire follows you, Aria. You were born for this.”
I scream and try to run, but the fire snakes around my ankles, bringing me down. I wake up with a gasp, bathed in sweat.
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