DANIEL’S POV
I had the best sleep of my life.
And the best dream.
In it, the forest was endless and bright. The moon loomed, so big it felt close enough to touch. Mom and Dad were there—but not like usual.
They were huge. Towering. Their wolves moved through the trees as if they belonged to the night itself, silver and gold weaving together.
And I was there too.
Not me-me. The version I couldn’t wait to be—a little wolf with clumsy paws and too-big ears.
Alina slowed just enough so I could keep up, and Ashar stayed close behind, gaze shifting between us and our surroundings as if he was bracing for threats.
We burst out of the trees into a wide, moonlit clearing, grass cool beneath our paws. I tripped over a root and went tumbling, laughing even as I rolled.
Mom sprawled out next to me and bumped her head against mine, and Dad huffed something that sounded like amusement before lowering himself beside us.
