The cry of my child pulled at something primal inside me. I moved forward, guided purely by instinct, my heart hammering against my ribs. Between the massive oaks, nestled in a shaft of golden light, sat a simple wooden bassinet.
"Rhys," I breathed, my legs carrying me forward before my mind could fully process what I was seeing.
Kaelen was right beside me, his presence solid and reassuring. His hand found the small of my back as we approached together, the baby's cries growing more insistent with each step.
The bassinet was intricately carved with symbols I recognized as ancient wolf runes - protection symbols, blessings for strength and courage. Inside lay a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft white blanket.
I hesitated for just a moment, overcome by the unreality of it all. In the waking world, my pregnancy wasn't yet full term. But here in this dreamscape, somehow, our son existed already.
"Go on," Kaelen urged softly, his voice thick with emotion.
