Olivia's POV
The dream was so vivid I could taste the graveyard dirt and smell the lilies. I was standing in the pack cemetery. Louis and Levi were kneeling by a fresh grave, their howls of grief so loud they shattered the silence of the woods. I looked down at the headstone, and the name carved in cold granite was Lennox.
I woke up gasping, my nightgown clinging to my skin with cold sweat. My heart wasn't just beating; it was thundering a warning. I didn't think. I didn't walk. I pulled on every ounce of my remaining power and teleported.
The air shimmered, and a second later, I was standing in the middle of Lennox's darkened suite.
The machines were humming their rhythmic, mechanical song. On the bed, Lennox was propped up against the pillows. Elena was asleep in the chair by the window, her head lolling to the side. Lennox was awake, staring out at the moonlight, his face looking like a skeletal mask in the silver light.
