Chosen by the cursed Alpha king
Then he smiled a gentle, reassuring, the kind of smile meant to ease fear.
“Lena,” he said, squeezing my hand, “fish in dreams usually mean good fortune, prosperity and blessings.”
I frowned slightly. “Even when one of them dies?”
He shrugged lightly. “Dreams aren’t always literal. Sometimes death in dreams means transformation. An ending that makes room for something new.”
I searched his face, hoping to feel the certainty he seemed to have.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It felt… heavy. Like a warning.”
Damon stopped walking and turned fully to face me. His hands came up to cradle my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks.