That night, Luna lay in her childhood bedroom, the familiar room feeling foreign after all these years. The old house was silent, save for the creaks and groans of the settling wood. She should've felt comforted by the familiarity, but a strange unease twisted in her gut.
Suddenly, she became aware of something—sounds too quiet for human ears. Her heartbeat thrummed loudly in her chest, almost echoing. Every little noise felt amplified, every scent sharp. She blinked, the sensation slipping away, leaving her disoriented.
Shaking it off, she closed her eyes, letting herself drift into sleep.
The dreams came almost instantly.
She found herself standing in the middle of a dark forest, under the haunting light of a massive blood-red moon. Shadows moved around her, wolves circling, their eyes gleaming in the dark. One wolf stepped forward, larger than the others, its eyes a striking golden color that sent a chill through her. She wanted to run but found herself rooted in place, a strange mix of fear and fascination holding her.
When she woke, sweat coated her skin, her heart racing like she'd been running for her life. The dream had felt so real, too real.
Outside her window, she thought she saw movement—just a flash of gold before it vanished. Shivering, she pulled the blankets up, convincing herself it was just her imagination.
But a small voice whispered that maybe she wasn't alone.