Chapter 144 Kieran's Desire

• ~ Elara ~
• The dream clung to me like a heavy fog, thick and suffocating. I could still see Draven’s face, twisted in triumph as he held all five gems in his hand, his laughter echoing in the background like a sinister melody. The darkness that surrounded him in the dream felt all too real, as if his power had seeped into my very bones.
• I woke up with a start, gasping for air, my heart racing in my chest. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The unfamiliar smell of the attic—the same one I used to sleep in—reminded me of where I stood: back in Silverwood, trapped in the same pack I had once escaped from. The attic, with its creaking floorboards and drafty windows, felt suffocating, but I pushed the feeling aside, trying to shake off the terror that still gripped me.