(Lyra's POV)
I stood in a moonlit clearing, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to whisper secrets on the wind. Two figures approached from opposite sides of the clearing - one with piercing blue eyes that held the strength of an Alpha, the other with wild green eyes that spoke of untamed forests and freedom.
"Lyra," they called in unison, their voices achingly familiar. "Come back to us."
I reached out, trying to touch them, to understand why my heart ached at the sight of them. But as my fingers brushed their outstretched hands, the dream shattered like glass.
I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, my heart pounding. Sweat plastered my silver hair to my forehead as I tried to make sense of what I'd seen. The men in my dream... I knew them.
Somehow, I knew them. But the memories slipped away like smoke, leaving me frustrated and confused.
"Asher," I whispered, the name feeling right on my tongue. "Lucian."
