Alpha Victor and His Omega
It's the ugliest thing he's ever seen, a bad art project made by a toddler in the dark.
But he can't even stop his hand from reaching for it. "You make this, kid?"
Ashely shakes his head. "Ariadne— Mama did, for me."
Victor slides the thing underneath his jacket, smoothing it securely in place. "Why are you giving it to me then?"
"Dreamcatchers catch bad dreams," Ashely explains. "Your nightmares are much worse than mine. Yours are real, and they're coming for you, Victor."
A shudder runs down Victor's spine, and the moment is gone. Ashely stands, hand outstretched. "Do you have a quarter?"
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