“The night before I fell into the border river, the Moon Goddess sent me a dream. Not a fragment, not a whisper-but an entire lifetime, compressed into the span of a single sleep. I lived every bitter moment of it. I married Thorne, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I drained my own blood to heal him when he lay dying in battle. I endured the mockery of high-ranking females who sneered at my Omega status. And I watched, helpless, as my older sister Seraphina died in childbirth-and Thorne went completely insane with grief. In the dream, he shoved me against a stone wall. I felt the impact in my bones, felt the life bleed out of the child I had been carrying. And as I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, I heard his final words, whispered like a prayer. "Please, let me be with your sister in the next life." When I woke, the dream was seared into my bones like a brand. My pillow was dry, but my soul was soaked in the knowledge of what was to come. And I knew-with a certainty that went deeper than instinct-that the Moon Goddess had not sent me a nightmare. She had sent me a warning.”