The next morning, Aradia dreamed again.
But this was no ordinary dream.
She stood in a circle of fire, her robes black, her hair whipping in the storm. Wolves howled in the distance, their cries filled with death.
Kael was there, younger, his eyes the same piercing green. He gripped her hands, his body bloodied, his wolf trembling.
The shadow towered before them, endless and hungry.
"You will not survive this," she whispered.
"Neither will you," he replied. His lips pressed to hers, fierce and desperate. "Then promise me. Promise that when the fire takes us, we will find each other again."
Her heart ached as the dream shattered.
She awoke gasping, her hands trembling, Kael's arms wrapped around her.
And she knew.
This was not their first life. And unless they won, it would not be their last.