While she headed towards Prine Demir's garden, Idalia had much to think about.
The nightmare she had while she was unconscious from the poison kept playing in her mind. Of course, she knew they weren't merely nightmares. They had felt too real to be merely nightmares.
Every bit of them.
She had almost died and her parents had sent her back.
It was true, that Argon's moon was the resting place for the souls of werewolves after they die. However, where she had seen her parents, did not feel peaceful in that nightmare.
It had felt unsettling.
She wondered what was going on.
Also, she had not seen her father, although she had heard his voice.
Could something be wrong?
Ah. There were too many questions and she was already losing her mind while thinking of them.
She patted Arik gently as she took a turn.
