Sleep had never felt so peaceful. Axel's warmth pressed against my back, his arm draped protectively over my waist. For once, my mind wasn't racing with worry or fear. Just quiet darkness and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Then everything changed.
One moment I was drifting in that comfortable space between sleep and dreams. The next, I was standing in a place I'd never seen before.
Cold concrete stretched out around me. The air smelled like rust and motor oil. High windows let in strips of moonlight that barely cut through the darkness. A warehouse. But not one I recognized.
My bare feet made no sound on the floor as I moved forward. The strange floating sensation told me this was another dreamwalk, but it felt different somehow. More urgent and very real.
Voices echoed from some
