I drift into a restless sleep and find myself walking through a silver field under a massive, glowing moon. The grass shimmers like liquid silver beneath my feet, swaying as if it has a life of its own. A cold wind wraps around me, carrying whispers I can barely understand. Shadows move at the edges of the field, stretching and shifting in strange, impossible ways. Wolves emerge from the darkness, their eyes glinting like stars, reflecting the moon’s light. They circle me silently, murmuring my name over and over, but it isn’t Kaia they call. It’s Lunara.
A shiver crawls down my spine as one of the wolves steps closer, its coat glinting like molten silver. Its gaze pierces mine, sharp and knowing, and it presses a paw against my chest. A warmth spreads through me, strange and intoxicating
