I woke to the pale light of morning spilling across the floor. Talon was already sitting up, eyes half-lidded, rubbing at his face like sleep had abandoned him. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the wood cool under my bare feet.
“I dreamed again.” I said quietly, my voice trembling just slightly.
Talon looked up at me, alert now. “Dreams?”
I nodded, hugging my knees to my chest. “The same ones. The five figures beneath the blood moon… one collapsing while the others scream. I—I think they’re memories, not just dreams.”
He studied me closely, a frown tugging at his mouth. “Memories? From your mother?”
“I don’t know.” I whispered. “Maybe from all of us. But it felt real. Too real.” My fingers twitched, brushing against my wrist, where the crescent mark glimmered faintly in the m
