The Alpha’s Moonbreather
The storm that had swallowed the island had burned itself out somewhere behind her, leaving nothing but mist and silence in its wake.
The sea carried her gently now.
Too gently.
Elise slipped in and out of consciousness without warning. Sometimes she thought she was awake, staring up at the pale sky, only to realize moments later that she had been dreaming again. Other times, she dreamed so vividly that waking felt like falling.
In one dream, she was a child again.
She stood barefoot at the edge of shallow water, toes sinking into wet sand as waves lapped at her ankles. The air smelled clean, untouched. The world felt softer.
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