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Elyra drifted into sleep reluctantly, her mind heavy with the weight of the day. Yet, as the darkness of unconsciousness took her, she found herself standing in a surreal landscape-an endless expanse of moonlit silver grass, the air thick with the scent of jasmine.

A figure emerged from the mist, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. He was tall, his features sharp yet alluring, his eyes glowing like embers against his dark skin. Elyra instinctively knew who he was: the Lycan King.

"You came," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, filled with dark promise. He stepped closer, the faint scent of cedar and something primal reaching her.

"I didn't..." Elyra stammered, taking a step back.

"You belong here, Elyra," he murmured, his gaze locking with hers. "You've always belonged to me. To us. Why deny it?"

don't belong to anyone," she replied, her

like a caress. "Ah, but your power, your very essence, calls to me. You can feel it, can't you?

cool and electric. "I can give you what you crave. Answers, strength... freedom from all the chaos. Come to me, and you'll never

fleeting moment, Elyra's body betrayed her, leaning into his touch. But then she saw a flicker of something in

whispered, stepping back. "You

to a dangerous whisper. "You'll see the truth soon enough. And when

dream dissolved abruptly, plunging Elyra into cold darkness. She gasped awake, her heart hammering

was at her side instantly, his hands warm on

"The Lycan King. He was in my dream. He he was

her eyes as she fought to find the words. Dain's jaw clenched, his orange eyes blazing with protective

his voice steady despite the rage simmering

his gaze grounding her. Without thinking, she leaned into him, her

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