FREYA'S POV
The remnants of the dream clung to me like a lingering mist, weaving a nest of uncertainty and unease. I sat cross-legged on my bed, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The room was enveloped in an air of tranquility, yet my thoughts were anything but serene.
The vivid images from the dream replayed in my mind, each scene etched with a haunting clarity. The ancient vampire order infiltrating the AVH headquarters, the merciless m******e that followed – they were images that sent a shiver down my spine. But it was the peculiar ending, the fading phantoms of the vampires, that held an enigmatic significance.
Could the dream be more than just a product of my subconscious? A premonition, perhaps, a glimpse into a potential future that awaited
