Seraphine's POV
The same nightmare haunted me again. I was stumbling through the dense forest, moonlight casting eerie shadows between the towering trees. The darkness seemed alive, reaching for me with grasping fingers. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled their haunting song. My legs burned with exhaustion, but terror drove me forward until I crashed onto the thorn-covered ground.
Sharp points pierced my skin as invisible hunters closed in. The silence of the moon above mocked my suffering. Where was the moon goddess when I needed her most? I tried to scream but no sound escaped my lips. Storm stained my white gown, the fabric growing heavier with each drop. The weight of it pinned me down as shadows crept closer.
Cold darkness wrapped around my throat like skeletal fingers. I stared at the indifferent moon, gasping for breath that wouldn't come. "Please," I managed to whisper through the suffocating grip of fear. The sensation of being strangled intensified.
