Dreamt My Alpha Mate
she whispered.
The sky split open like torn fabric.
Images formed, flashes of fire, wolves running, witches chanting, shadow creatures rising. I saw myself older, tired, my hair streaked with silver. I saw Lyra standing tall, power burning in her veins.
Then the vision twisted.
The valley in ruins.
The Thorne broken.
Bodies.
Darkness swallowing everything.
“No,” I whispered. “No, this is not your future.”
“It’s one of them,” Lyra murmured. “If I lose balance.”
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