As soon as I fell asleep, I came face to face with Helen. She looked so thin and pale, like she'd been starved and badly hurt since the last dream.
I still didn't know if these were real interactions with her.
“My dearest Mila," she said, holding shaky arms out to me.
“Helen!" I ran to her and hugged her.
Her whole body was frail in my arms, and she felt like a stick figure or a scarecrow.
“Listen to me, my darling. You are on the brink of facing great danger. Please, please be careful of the Alpha King," she begged.
“Helen, where are you? I want to find you. I've learned a lot about magic and I can help you," I insisted.
“It is too late for me. Do not look for me because you will not find me and you need to focus on your own safety," she insisted. Her voice was still firm de
