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Chapter 210

Chapter

210

The moon hung high and full in the night sky, its silvery glow bathing the forest in an otherworldly light. Dain tossed and turned in his bed, his fiery orange eyes moving restlessly beneath his lids.

In his dream, he stood in a clearing, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The air was thick and heavy, and the ground beneath him glowed red, as if the earth itself was bleeding.

A deep growl rumbled through the forest, shaking the ground. Dain spun around, his breath catching as a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. Its fur was dark as midnight, and its eyes glowed with an eerie crimson light. "Dain," it growled, its voice a deep, resonant snarl. "You cannot hide."

The wolf lunged, and Dain woke with a gasp, his chest heaving and his sheets soaked with sweat. His room was dark, but the dream felt so real that he half-expected the wolf to be standing there, watching him. Across the hall, Elyra sat up in bed, her golden eyes wide. She'd had the same dream again the red moon, the massive wolf, its voice echoing in her ears. She shivered, pulling the blanket around her shoulders.

The next morning, over breakfast, Dain glanced at Elyra, his expression unusually guarded.

"Did you..." he started, then hesitated.

Elyra nodded slowly. "The red moon?"

"And the wolf," Dain finished.

They sat in silence, the weight of their shared experience pressing down on them.

"We can't tell Matthew," Elyra said quietly.noveldrama

Dain frowned. "Why not? He might be able to help."

She shook her head. "No. He already looks at us like... like we're not normal. If we tell him about this, he'll think we're crazy."

Dain sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if it happens again..."

"We'll figure it out ourselves," Elyra said firmly.

That night, as the moon rose high above the trees, both children lay awake, staring at their ceilings. The dreams lingered at the edges of their minds, like shadows just out of reach. Neither of them could shake the feeling that the wolf's growl was more than a warning-it was a promise.