*Nyla*
It always starts the same.
The trees breathe. The wind speaks. And I run.
I don't know what I'm running from—or to. I just know my heart is thundering like it knows something I don't. My bare feet glide across the forest floor, cool and damp, yet I don't slow down. Something's calling me.
A growl cuts through the silence—low, primal, and impossibly close.
Then, I see him.
Amber eyes glow from the darkness. He steps out from the shadows—tall, wild, dangerous. I should be terrified, but my body reacts before my mind does. Heat flushes through me as he stalks forward like he's claimed me in a world I don't remember belonging to.
"You're mine," he growls, voice smoky and rough.
And then—just before his lips touch mine—I wake up.
Again.
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