Skylar's eyes fluttered open, and for a disorienting moment, she couldn't tell if she was awake or still dreaming.
The memory was vivid in her mind—the lavish room, the doctor, the strange feeling of disconnect that lingered like a ghost.
But as her vision cleared, she realized she was back in her own bedroom, soft light filtering through the curtains.
Trying to make sense of it all was a waste as she didn't know what to expect.
Her father, Alpha Thane, was standing over her with a look of concern etched across his face.
"Skylar, are you alright?" he asked, his voice a mix of worry and relief as he helped her sit up.
She blinked, taking in his familiar face. "Yes… I just—" She hesitated, trying to piece together the fragments of the dream, or memory, or whatever it had been. "I think I was dreaming."
