Victoria sat at the edge of his bed, her brow furrowed with concern as she studied Alex's face, searching for signs of distress. "That wasn't just any dream, Alex. You’ve been having these visions more frequently. It can't be a coincidence."
Alex rubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. He understood her worry; dreams of violence and chaos rarely portended well in their world of werewolves, where instincts ran high and battles fought in the mind often bled into reality.
“It was just a dream,” he insisted, though a flicker of unease danced in his gut. “We handled the Bloodfang pack. I remember that fight vividly.” He glanced out the window at the moonlit forest that surrounded their territory, a serene sight that belied the turmoil of his dreams.
“Still,” V
