Chapter 27

I would always have this dream. Lilith would show up in front of me, and then she would talk about how I shouldn't practice witchcraft as a member of a werewolf pack, as it is supposed to be prohibited. She would then try to convince me to just abandon my family and join her in the mountains where they live. But I would decline her offer, and then she would warn me that as long as I live among werewolves I would be cursed. My own powers will one day betray me, and then I would die. And that's when my dream would shift into the vision I saw when I learned fortune-telling. I would see myself drenched in blood again. In this dream I could hear myself talking about how my body had been badly damaged by magic, and I would call for help but no one could hear me. This time I woke up, pale and out of breath, but someone embraced me —Marcus, who was also awakened. "Bad dream again?" he whispered to me as he caressed the back of my head. "I'm getting worried, Milena." "It's just a dream."