Caitlyn’s POV

The nightmares started two nights after the rogue died in my bakery.

At first, I thought Kane was just restless. But then, I noticed how his small body would jolt awake, drenched in sweat, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing was uneven, his golden eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place. It wasn’t just a bad dream. It was something more.

“Mom,” Kane whispered one night, gripping my arm as I sat on the edge of his bed. His voice was hoarse, like he had been screaming in his sleep. “They keep calling my name.”

A chill ran down my spine. “Who does, sweetheart?”

“The wolves with...