The Alpha's Defiant Luna
The dreams returned that night, darker than before.
Elena dreamed of a vast, empty plain, the sky black and starless, the horizon swallowed by an endless void. The ground beneath her feet was cracked and barren, the soil dead and dry, crumbling to dust with every step. A wind howled across the plain, carrying whispers that she couldn't quite understand—ancient words, half-formed, promising oblivion.
And then, she saw a figure in the distance, tall and cloaked in shadow. It stood motionless, watching her with eyes that burned like dying stars, twin pits of malevolence that seemed to pierce through her very soul.