Tina jerked awake, her heart pounding. The dream had felt so real—blood-red snakes coiling around her wrists, whispering secrets in voices she almost recognized.
"Just a nightmare," she muttered, pushing her tangled hair from her face.
The pack house was eerily quiet in the pre-dawn hours. After yesterday's rescue mission, everyone was exhausted. She padded to her window, gazing toward the medical wing where both Aurora and Marcus were recovering.
A flicker of movement caught her eye. Something red—a flash of crimson—darted between the trees at the edge of the clearing.
Tina blinked, and it was gone.
She rubbed her eyes. "I'm seeing things."
As she turned away, her reflection in the window made her pause. For just a moment, her eyes had glowed—not the normal amber of a wolf, but a deep violet, like her mother's had been.
"Not possible," she whispered.
A knock at her door made her jump.
"Tina?" It was Rosie. "Aurora's asking for you."
