Seraphina’s POV
Cold sweat soaked through my nightgown, making the fabric stick uncomfortably to my skin. My head pounded with a vicious headache that seed to echo the wild rhythm of my racing heart. I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air like I had been drowning.
The nightmare still felt real. Too real. Every terrifying mont, every scream, every desperate cry for help seed to have actually happened. My entire body ached as if I had lived through it myself instead of just dreaming it.
I pressed my palms against my closed eyes, desperate to erase the horrific images that continued to flash through my mind. The sense of overwhelming dread wrapped around like a suffocating blanket. Whatever I had witnessed in that dream had drained completely, leaving shaken and confused.
My phone vibrated against the nightstand, startling from my thoughts. I reached for it with trembling fingers. Julian’s na appeared on the screen, and relief flooded through instantly.
"Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you up," his deep voice ca through the speaker, imdiately soothing my frayed nerves.
"You did, but it’s fine," I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice steady and hide how rattled I felt.
"I wanted to let you know I made it here safely. How are things there? Has Dorian contacted you yet?"
My muscles tensed at the ntion of that na. "Yes, he called. Just to mock , naturally. He spent the whole ti taunting without giving any real information." The resentnt in my voice was impossible to conceal.
Julian let out a long, tired sigh. "I understand you’re frightened and anxious, but I don’t think Dorian would ntion our child to you if sothing terrible had already happened. He wants sothing from you, and the only way he can get it is by keeping our daughter alive."
"I can’t bear to imagine our child being hurt." The re thought sent a wave of sickness through , making my heart clench painfully.
"Seraphina, sweetheart, I know this is incredibly difficult," he said gently, though his tone carried an underlying steel. "But we need to be ready for whatever Dorian might do."
His attempt to prepare felt like a blow to my chest. My heart cracked a little more. Ready for anything ant even the unthinkable. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I forced them back stubbornly. I couldn’t let myself go down that dark path. I needed to shift the conversation before I completely fell apart.
"I had another dream," I said quickly, my voice strained. "It was exactly like the one about those children dying. The sa crushing sadness, the sa feeling of complete helplessness."
"Another vision?" His tone beca sharp and focused. "Tell everything you rember, Seraphina."
I steadied my breathing and recounted every detail I could pull from the fog of my splitting headache.
A long silence stretched between us. I could sense from his lack of response that he might understand what the dream ant, but he wasn’t sharing that knowledge with .
When he finally spoke, his words were carefully controlled, almost neutral. "I’m not sure what to make of it either, Seraphina. We’ll discuss this when I return. But I need you to listen carefully: don’t tell anyone else about these dreams that show you glimpses of past and future events."
My forehead creased with confusion. "If you don’t understand it either, then how do you know my dream was about the past or future?" I challenged him, sensing he was keeping sothing important from .
"We’ll talk when I get back, Seraphina," he repeated, avoiding my question entirely. "Just give your word that you won’t ntion this to anyone."
"Alright, I promise," I agreed, though uneasiness settled in my stomach. I knew he was hiding sothing significant. "How are Theo and Elena doing?"
"Theo is holding up well. Elena is fine too, so don’t worry." I could tell he wanted to ask about his daughter as well.
"I love you, Seraphina. I’ll be ho before you know it."
"I love you too," I whispered as the call ended.
The room fell silent again, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet. It was heavy and oppressive, filled with unanswered questions. I collapsed back against my pillows, still gripping my phone.
"What’s happening to ? Why am I having these dreams?" I asked my wolf silently. The terror from my nightmare was slowly being replaced by a burning need for answers.
"We possess extraordinary abilities, Seraphina," her voice resonated deep within my consciousness.
My breath caught in my throat. "Extraordinary abilities?" My thoughts raced wildly. If I really could see past and future events, then maybe I could have a vision about our daughter’s location. A prophecy, a glimpse, anything that might lead to her. "Can we try to find her? Can you make dream about where she is?" Hope began building inside .
"No, Seraphina," she replied, her voice heavy with ancient sorrow. "I cannot control which vision you receive or when it cos to you. These glimpses appear when they’re ant to, not when we will them to happen."
My heart plumted as that brief spark of hope died. But then a new determination took root within . If I couldn’t command these visions, at least I could learn about them. I needed to understand more about what we were. About the White Wolf.
I threw back my blankets, ignoring the persistent throbbing in my skull. A cold shower barely helped my nerves, but it cleared my head enough to function. I dressed quickly with my mind already set on my destination and headed straight for the pack library.
The old building was quiet and peaceful, filled with the familiar sll of aging paper and forgotten knowledge. Usually the place was empty except for a single guard outside who simply bowed as I passed. I walked through the fiction section, past the history shelves, until I reached the area marked ’Mythology and Folklore.’ My fingers traced along the spines as I searched. After so ti, I finally found what I was looking for. Books about ancient wolf legends, lycanthrope folklore, and several very old, thick volus that specifically discussed the ’White Wolf.’
I gathered an armful of texts, my heart beating with equal parts fear and anticipation. I found an isolated table in the most remote corner and opened the first book.
The abilities of a White Wolf Luna were incredible: healing through touch, controlling natural elents, communicating with all living creatures, possessing both foresight and the ability to see past events. The texts described a mystical bond with the moon itself, a rare and incredibly powerful bloodline.
I sat there completely stunned by what the books claid I could do. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I absorbed every piece of information. It was like reading about so legendary goddess, not about myself.
I beca so absorbed in the ancient writings that I didn’t notice their approach until it was too late.
"So it was all true," a voice said above .
I looked up in shock to find my parents standing over , their faces showing a mixture of fear and intense curiosity.
"What?" I managed to say.
Instead of answering, my father grabbed the books right out of my hands and stared at with eyes that seed like they could burn a hole through .
"You can’t do this, especially not in a public place like this," he said harshly. I was confused on multiple levels - I didn’t even know they were still here, and I had no idea what I had done wrong.
"I suppose it’s ti you finally learned the truth about why we gave you away and switched you with Roxanne when you were born."
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