Novel's POV

“Run!”

The voice echoed. I tried to make sense of where I was, but the world was a blur of shadows. I turned to see a woman running, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but her face remained a taunting smear of light.

“Hello?” I called out. No response.

Then it clicked. This was the dream, the one that had haunted me since Maxillo’s attack. I hadn't had it in a while, but this time, the perspective had shifted. I stood frozen, watching the woman run as if her life depended on it. Behind her, hunters were gaining ground, their boots thudding against the earth like a heartbeat....