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I woke up with the weight of Malakai’s arm draped over my waist, a heavy, protective anchor that felt both like a dream and a haunting. For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to keep my eyes closed, breathing in the smell of him—real, solid, and alive. But the silence of the lodge was too perfect. It was the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm.

I say and get back to sleep, closing my eyes and dreaming, I think the drugs they gave me were messing with my head, with my brain, I was dreaming of that guy I saw in the supermarket, the one who taught me how to cook a steak, I didn't know his name and in the dream, I didn't need to call him anything, he understood me without talking. "Girl, are you having a wet dream?" I heard a very annoying voice say waking me up from the best dream ever, I opened one eye and looked at her with a side glare, that wasn't asked for, she didn't need to do this. "Hore," I growl, ready to send her to hell, she can have all the kinky sex she wants with the demons there. "You need to wake up," she says. "Why?"

Kayla I woke the next morning feeling like I hadn’t rested at all. My dreams had been filled with images of chasing a white stag through the forest, my wolf form’s powerful legs carrying me across the ground at speeds I had never imagined. “I guess last night impacted me more than I expected,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my hands across my tired face. I shook my head and grabbed my phone, hoping that a few minutes of scrolling might wake me up enough to force myself out of bed.

C H A P T E R 1 1 : S U P E R M A N G O T N O T H I N G O N M E Stupid creatures we humans are, often poisoning ourselves unconsciously with our own hands and finding the cure elsewhere. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Did you know the curious state in between waking and dreaming? That stagnant moment where your eyes refused to open even when your mind knew it was time to wake up?

Terror peaked, my pulse racing in a desperate dance. Jolting awake, I collided with reality, the remnants of nightmare lingering—a blinding rush of waking and dream. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing through my limbs. Sweat clung cold and relentless, the dream too real. I looked around, seeing the bodies still there, and stood up, pushing the dream aside as just tiredness teasing my mind.

“Trayaksh, wake up! Why are you crying? Please open your eyes, Trayaksh.” His eyes fluttered open as her voice fell into his ears. He woke up with a start, his heart beating wildly as he sat up in bed. He looked around, disoriented for a moment. His mind was still half-filled with the dream, the sight of her drowning in the water stuck in his mind, tormenting him even in the waking world.

Fluttering his eyes open, Jake sat up in bed panting heavily as though he'd been chased awake. He had just awoken from a terrible nightmare and his face that expressed the terror he experienced in his dream was covered in cold sweat. He was so lost that he didn't even realize that there was someone else in the room with him.

Keena POV An ear-piercing scream wakes me from my sleep. I was dreaming about a fire and awakened to find myself covered in sweat. The dream was so vivid. Almost as if it were real. I look to my side and see Ward still sleeping peacefully beside me. The scream must have been part of my dream. Grabbing my robe at the end of my bed, I wrap it around myself and head to the kitchen. My feet pad quietly against the hardwood floor as I pace back and forth. I cannot shake the feeling that something terrible has happened.

“A sleep will do the job. I hope so…” Nyx concentrated all the energy that is left on her to feel the aches of their run and the exhaustion they acquired before reaching at Alpha Mikhail's place. She needs it to force her body to shutdown. However, when she is almost taken into the comfort of a slumber, she was unexpectedly disturbed by a knock. She listened. There was no succeeding knock. Nyx might have imagined it. She resumed closing her eyes and dreamed of sweet dreams to comfort her soul. “Nyx? Are you still awake?” A familiar masculine voice spoke from the other side of the door.

Then I woke up. My soul had settled back into my body like water poured into an empty vessel trying to adjust the strange yet familiar shape. Even so, my sense eluded me, it felt like I was still stuck in that place of nothingness. Like I was still dead, still trapped by forces unseen and all powerful. Tap. Tap. The first thing to return was sound. The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake.