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Eve woke with a start, her breath coming in short gasps. The dream had felt so real—dark woods, glowing red eyes watching her from the shadows, and a deep voice whispering her name. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering fear. But something inside her told her that the dream was not just a dream. It felt like a warning. The early morning light streamed through the wooden cabin’s small window. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the peacefulness. But that peace didn’t last long.

Chapter 48 Wet Dreams NIA’S POV I woke up feeling a tingle in between my thighs. I can't believe I got so wild and made out with the Alpha in my dream. What’s this dream called? I have read it in a book. Wet Dreams?! Oh, my goddess! My eyes widened in realization. It's only been two close encounters, and I am already losing my mind. All through the night, I couldn't get him off my mind. In my frail mind, we might have a connection.

' My bare feet padded back down the hallway. Right before I could get to the good part of my recurring dream about my Wolfman, which leads me to needing a shower. I'm rudely torn away from him as my eyes open with the alarm clock crowing at me. It's on mornings like these that I regret setting a cock as my alarm sound. My hand finds the snooze as I moan from the sudden movement and roll out of bed, make it to the kitchen, and turn on the coffeemaker while I get dressed.

I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting.

Lukas woke up the next morning, his body feeling unusually weak and a bit groggy, as if the events of the previous night had drained him more than he realized. But lingering in his mind was the memory of an incredibly beautiful dream that had visited him overnight—a tender, ethereal vision that left a warm glow in his chest.

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

[Rachel's POV] I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. The vivid images from my dream lingered in my mind, replaying like a haunting movie. A lycan and a wolf locked in a fierce battle, a woman and a little girl running for their lives. The terror of the chase, the slashing claws, and the echoing screams filled my ears. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted me since childhood.

Moonlight flooded my room, and silver energy danced alive across my fingertips, stronger than ever before. The dream lingered vividly in my mind, every word, every detail, and that final warning. I didn't know what it meant, who the woman was, or why she felt so familiar. But deep down, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: these dreams weren't random imagination. Whatever was awakening inside me had only just begun.

After a long while of tossing and not feeling sleepy, my eyelids become heavy and slowly closes and the peace of a quiet mind comes in. My eyes open and as usual, sweat breaks out on my face at the same time my alarm clock begins to ring for eight a.m. and I pull myself and then reach out to turn off the loudly ringing alarm. The nightmare has hunted me for days now and every time I wake up with an ache in my heart and I don't know why I keep getting hunted by someone who's supposed to be dead and what the dream is intended to tell me. I get up and make my way to the bathroom, there I shave off the few stubbles on my face, before brushing and taking a bath.

* * * Max’s POV * * * Waking up is a transition from the world of dreams into the day, so it’s good to take a little time. For then, I may ponder the messages of my dreams, weave them into the truth of my life, and feel ready to greet the day. I have been sleeping throughout my life until she came along; now, even in my dreams, I’m waking up to her song. As my dreams linger, dancing in the way that dreams do, I rise to the light of the new day. My feet are ready for the ground, for whatever comes my way.