This dream is defiantly a warning, but also a call to action. There is something that you need to embrace/accept to move on in your life. Something that will lead you to a huge change.

A call to action.

“What action? I’ve been doing just about everything I can think of since this started,” Sebastian lamented to Edmund when they were driving home that evening. “Talking about it, using a dreamcatcher, I even enlisted Hayden’s help in making a sleeping potion that would keep the dream at bay.”

“When did you do that?”

“Three days ago.”

“It didn't work then?”

Sebastian sighed. “No. And this isn't working either.”

Ed shrugged. “Maybe Luke got it wrong. You couldn’t exactly give him the full details.”

“I know but...”

“But?”

“There's something about those words that seem... right? I’m not even completely sure,” Seb groaned. “Maybe it’s just the sleep deprivation talking. I feel like my brain is making a corkboard of clues and linking everything together. The moon, the wolves, the people- it feels familiar yet distant. The way it’s so persistent and those garbled words at the end defiantly feel like a warning. Take caution- is that the action? Or is it to touch the moon? Ugh. This is hopeless.”

“Hey, we’re not hopeless just yet. After the full moon, we can contact Persephone’s friend, and then they can fully interpret your dream.”

“Right, the full moon. What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t tell me you’re just going to transform at your house, or mine for that matter. Our parents still aren’t clued in on things yet.”

“I know, I... I’m not sure I’m ready to tell them yet.”

Sebastian nodded. “That’s alright, but we need to make a plan... We haven’t gone camping in a while.”

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“Are you really going to come with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you don’t exactly transform into a wolf under the full moon. You could stay at home with no troubles.”

“Yeah, but if your dad found out you were out in the woods alone after he’d warned you against it, then at the very least you’d get an hour’s worth of scolding.”

Edmund winced. “Ah, I see your point. If we’re both out then everyone would be less likely to worry.”

Seb nodded. “And, like I said, we haven’t gone camping in a while. It might be nice to spend the night under the stars.”

“It would be nice. I can’t remember where I put the camping stuff though.”

“I thought you kept it in your room?”

“I don’t like how crowded and messy it looks sometimes, so I moved a bunch of the stuff that I wasn’t using a few months ago.”

“Don't tell me you put it in that labyrinth of an attic.”

“The attic isn’t that bad. Plus, I’m eighty percent sure it’s somewhere near the front.”

“Eighty percent sure, wow,” Seb sarcastically praised “Do you not remember the time we got lost up there for over half a day.”

“That was when we were ten. I think we’d be tall enough to find our way out at this point.”

“You need to organise that place.”

“By myself?”

“So, you admit, it’s a lot.”

“I’m only admitting that I can’t clean decades of disorganised shit all alone.”

“You could get your dad’s help. He’s been telling your gran that he’d do it for long enough. It would make for a nice surprise when she and your grandpa come to visit again.”

“Hmm, you do have a point. I guess that’s what you and I are doing this weekend then.”

“Me?”

“You’re the one who brought up the cleaning.”

“Only because you decided to dump the camping equipment there.”

“Please.”

“Don’t give me those wolf-puppy eyes, you little shit.”

“Pretty please.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Yay!”

“But I want brownies afterwards.”

Edmund laughed. “Alright, I think that’s a fair trade. Speaking of baked stuff though, what kind do you want for Wednesday.”

“Wednesday? Isn’t that specific.”

“Well, it is your birthday.”

“Oh...”

“Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday.”

Sebastian looked away in a flustered manner. “I didn’t, I just forgot that it was so close.”

“Alright. Then what do you want as a gift?”

Seb shrugged. “Socks?”

Ed gave him a flat look. “That is not a birthday gift.”

“I don’t know what I want, how about you just surprise me.”

“There isn’t anything that comes to mind?”

“Well, nothing safe for work.”

“Sebastian!”

Seb laughed at the flustered state Edmund was suddenly in. “I’m joking, I’m joking. Seriously though, what could I want for?”

Ed calmed himself down and shrugged. “That’s why I’m asking in the first place.”

“If I think of anything later, I’ll tell you.”

“Alright, then... who’s car is that?”

Sebastian followed Edmund’s gaze to where a blue sedan was parked in front of his house. Seb’s parents hadn’t said anything about company this morning and he didn’t recognise the car either. Looking over to the front door though, he saw Nick talking with a silver-haired woman. Even from where Sebastian was, it looked like Nick was tense from being near her.

Edmund parked behind the sedan and frowned. “I thought you didn’t have any extended family?”

Sebastian frowned. “I don’t.”

“Then why does that woman smell like you.”

“...wait, what?”