The Next Morning — Theo’s Study
Morning sunlight filtered through the wide glass panes, spilling across the polished wooden desk. Theo sat behind it, fingers rubbing his temples as though trying to erase the fragments of the haunting dream that had refused to fade with dawn.
Moments later, a knock echoed softly.
“Come in,” Theo called out.
Beta Matt stepped inside, his usual calm composure shadowed by concern. “You sent for me, Alpha?”
Theo gestured toward the empty chair opposite him. “Sit, Matt. There’s something I need to discuss.”
As soon as Matt settled down, Theo leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. His tone was low, almost hesitant.
“It’s been happening again,” he began. “The same dream. Every night… a little girl crying, begging me to save her. But I can’t see her fac
