Stella
It's another night of experiencing a dream that might be a glimpse of one of the past timelines.
Though, for some reason, I can't shake off the feeling that this vision is different.
I'm looking at what appears to be Evan. He is standing in the middle of the street of Lunaris at night. He wears faded jeans and a tight t-shirt that leaves none of his arm muscles to the imagination.
Strong.
Relentless.
His red eyes are glowing in the dark, focusing on something. Raphael and I are standing behind him, but time seems frozen for us?
Why?
I stare harder.
Arachne faces Evan. she dwarfs him and walks over the houses. Her eight legs send tremors through the ground, and I hold my breath.
Are they about to fight?
Evan lifts his proud chin to glare at the monster. Shadows are appe
