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Suddenly, my eyes flew open. I was safe and sound in my bed in the alpha cabin. I sat up, my heart galloping.

“You awake?” Night asked. He was pulling a shirt over his head. His hair was damp, and the mirrors in the bathroom were still steamy from his shower. All I saw, however, was his blood spurting from the wound in his shoulder. I jumped out of bed as quickly as I could.

“You’ve been talking in your sleep—hey there.” He caught me as I barreled into him. I didn’t feel he was real until I felt his strong arms close around me. “Bryn, what’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” I muttered into his chest. But after a moment, I added, “No, I don’t think it was just a nightmare. I think my birth mother was reaching out to me.”

“Blossom?” He pushed me back just enough to look into my eyes. His jade-green eyes were bright with worry.

“She showed me a battle between us and Troy. I saw you get killed.”

“Me?” He touched my cheek and pushed away a stray tear. “But clearly, I’m fine. Why would she show