I woke from the dream with silver light still dancing behind my eyelids and the taste of moonlight on my lips. For the third night in a row, visions of ancient ceremonies had filled my sleep—women in flowing white robes standing in circles beneath a full moon, their voices raised in harmonies that seemed to resonate in my very bones.
But this dream had been different. This time, I hadn't been watching from the outside. I had been standing in the center of the circle, power flowing through me like liquid starlight while dozens of wolves—both in human and animal form—bowed their heads in reverence.
"Another one?" Damon's voice was warm against my ear, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer against his chest.
"More vivid this time," I replied, settling back into his embrace while my heart gradually slowed to a normal rhythm. "It felt so real, like I was actually there."
"Tell me," he said, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my shoulder.
