CHAPTER 108 THE STRANGE DREAM

Minerva I jolted awake, a cold sweat glistening on my skin as the remnants of the dream lingered in my mind. Werewolves don't dream the way humans do. Not in any way. My body shook in fear. Meredith Meredith I kept repeating her name. It feels so real; it's just like an illusion, but this is different; I was asleep. This was no ordinary dream—it felt like a vision, and its urgency was undeniable. I can still hear Meredith cry. Was this another illusion? Was Meredith sending me a message? Despite the air conditioning, I sat in bed, sweaty. I placed my hands on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. In the dream, I saw Gaius, the powerful witch whose name sent shivers through the bravest souls. He stood in a darkened room, shadows lurking around him like spectres. His eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on Meredith. She was hiding in her hideout, her fear palpable, but Gaius had found her. The forest seemed endless, with every tree towering over them. Shadows clung to the g