*Ciana*
It was a long dream.
Fire. Smoke. Howls of desperation.
It was a battlefield.
They said he was the ruthless Alpha of all, a cold-hearted monster who only knew how to destroy, and the thousands of bodies under me were the proof.
They told me that only eternal darkness was left in him, and I wouldn't sense hope in the air.
And there he was, standing on top of the pile of corpses, coated in blood.
His body was as still as a statue; his face was emotionless, almost no different than those of the dead on the ground below him.
Then he saw me.
I watched light gather in his dark eyes and life seemed to return to him. Slowly, his lips parted into a stunning smile that outshined the starry night sky.
He reached out his hand. “Come to me," he whispered.
My legs moved toward him
