Chapter 92

*Elora*

The first dream didn’t feel like a dream at all.

Fire licked the edges of my vision, not warm and inviting but violent, alive. It wasn’t the kind of flame that destroyed by accident. It was the kind that hunted. The kind that devoured. My feet moved through ash as though drawn forward by something unseen, something ancient. Shadows twisted around the trees, and above me, the moon was swoll