Selene’s POV

I did not speak.

I sat in the garden beside my son, staring at the moon while the city slept beneath us. The air was warm, the stars were bright, and for a moment everything looked peaceful.

But I could not feel peace.

Dawson sat beside me, silver fur glowing beneath the moonlight. He was my son, my heir, the door between worlds, and the child I had nearly lost more times than I could bear to remember.

Now he had brought me another warning.

The Dreamer was dreaming.

“What does it see?” I asked.

Dawson turned toward me.

His silver eyes were calm, but something in his...