Chapter Forty-Four: The Dream
Three Days To Lyla's Birthday
Lyla POV:
I blinked open my eyes, and it took a moment to realize that the canopy of leaves above me was not a ceiling, and the earthen floor under my feet was not carpet. I was in a forest, but not just any forest—it was ethereal, ancient, almost sacred. Towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see, their thick branches woven together like the intricate stitches of a grand tapestry. Ferns and wildflowers adorned the ground, their petals shimmering with the light that broke through the arboreal ceiling.
But my eyes were immediately drawn past this natural grandeur to a structure that seemed both out of place and perfectly at home in these surroundings—a castle, grandiose and awe-inspiring. Unlike the werewolf castle I
