Liora’s POV

I couldn't process or shake it off from disturbing me. The dreams, but still the visions, had been tormenting me ever since Jaxon and I kissed. It kept haunting me that I no longer sleep at night. It became worse when we came back from the woods in silver. At first, they didn't seem serious. They appeared fleeting, but I still stayed calm. I was thinking they would go with time, but none of that happened. The images and voices were blurred at first; I expected it to get better with time, but instead, it got worse. Not long, they started becoming clearer, everything felt so real, it was as if the dreams were already part of my life. It was very strange that the same dream kept coming back repeatedly. The power always threatens to burst out of me, as I feel them in my veins. I wished I had a solution to it; I wished I could interpret the meaning and act on it immediately. I was terrified of why I should be having a particular dream repeatedly. The worst of them all had been last night. The whole scene that was displayed was confusing and tiring at the same time. All I wanted was a solution so that I would be free once more. At first, I thought we all thought the restrictions were coming from Morgath, but alas, it had nothing to do with him. I had found myself standing in the middle of a thick forest, it was different from the ones I know. I tried to compare it with the woods in my pack, but there were no similarities. The trees seemed to have stayed for more than centuries. The forest at Silver Moon Pack was nothing close to this. This seemed to have taller trees but older, forming a perfect canopy as a coverage. I looked down on my feet and I noticed I was barefooted. I stood there watching everything unfold. Then, suddenly, a figure appeared, I had no idea where it came from. At first, I couldn't see who it was that decided to interrupt my moment. When the figure got closer, I realized it was an old woman. She had long hair, silver in color. I was amazed at how long the hair was, covering her shoulders and flowing down almost to her feet. Her eyes burnt with coals of fire, it looked like it could penetrate my very soul. 'You are the one carrying the blood of the ancient ones," she said, her voice vibrating and echoing back as she talked. 'The power that has been bestowed upon you has started awakening, but you must control it; else, it will consume you." I opened my mouth to talk, to ask questions, but no sound came out. I was frustrated; I needed answers, but my throat was dry, and no word came out of it. I was shocked; I stood frozen, only watching her talk, but I couldn't say anything. How I wish I could voice out my concerns; maybe I would be able to control my power the right way, but wishes hardly come true. She moved a few steps closer to me, her eyes still glowing as usual, fixed on mine, piercing right into my soul. 'Beware of the prophecy, my child. You are very important in bringing everything to reality. You are not just the key, as was said by the old wise man, you are also the lock. And strangely, the balance needed between light and darkness only rests in your palms." Suddenly, the wind started blowing with great force, swirling around me, and scattering my hair. I wanted to run. I pushed my luck for an escape route, to get away from far, to escape the heaviness of her words, but that was only a wish. I saw myself still rooted to the spot I was standing. I couldn't move my body to talk more about running. 'The moon that shines brightly at night, giving light to many, and the wolves are tied unseparatabily by fate," the woman continued. This time, her voice seemed kind, calmly talking to me like a mother.'But beware, many would seek to break the bond, that was their sole purpose in life. Not all are trustworthy; some are with you to get clues, and not many would support and walk beside you in the light." Suddenly, everywhere became very dark. The woman was nowhere to be found, and the forest disappeared. Everything blanked out except for my memory of the meeting. I saw myself falling, but it was through nothingness. I was scared, my whole body vibrated, and I cried out for help; I needed to at least understand where I was, but none came to my rescue. I continued falling into nothingness, not sure where I would land. And then, I woke up, covered with sweat and breathlessly gasping for air. The vision was not just yet another dream. It was more. Everything was real, too detailed to be just a mere dream. Every word that the woman had altered continued ringing in my head. It was a puzzle that needed clues to be solved, but she left none. She dropped her message, leaving me to solve it all by myself. I tried figuring it out, tried consulting ancient books in my mini library but none gave me a clue. It bothered me a lot, I was restless. Why did she keep appearing to me? The bloodline of the supreme ancient ones? The prophecy? The moon, then, the wolf? Why does everything point out my connection with Jaxon? Why does it feel like our fates are tied together? I sat up as sleep had disappeared from my eyes. I rubbed my temples in confusion, exactly what I do when I am confused. There must be a solution to this, I need to do something. Eerily, this wasn't the first time I had visions concerning the prophecy, but this was intense. Others never bothered me. I never made any effort to find out why she kept coming to me almost every day, but this particular one had broken Carmel's back. Jaxon! Yes, I need to see him. We haven't seen or said a word to each other after our last encounter. I avoided him like the plague, even when he made so much effort to meet me. I kept pushing him out, and luckily, Mira was there to help out, even though she thought that I heard him out. She wasn't happy with how things turned out, but she still helped me keep him off till I was ready to meet him. And right now, I needed to see no one but him. The awkwardness can wait for another time, right now, he needs to know about the vision. The visions weren't about me alone; they involved him. It would be right if I let him in, and we worked as a team to uncover the mystery. The thoughts of Jaxon invaded my being, and I found it hard to concentrate. I needed nothing but to talk to him, that way, I would feel at peace. Maybe he would have an idea of what to do. The solution might lie in letting him in; I can't keep this to myself, or else I will break down beyond repair. Everything from the start has been pointing at Jaxon. It was no news that he had a connection to the prophecy. Maybe he also has the same vision as me; maybe he would guide me on the right path after all. I can't wait one more day without telling him, who knows, darkness might break in if I prolong it with just a day. Tired of overthinking things, tired of giving excuses, I climbed out of bed. The morning air was too cool, making me shiver even with my thick cloak. I had no intention of wearing the cloak, but it was much. The more I waited, the more complicated everything became. This wasn't for a single soul, this requires collective efforts, and I am done figuring them out alone. Done playing superwoman. I was done pretending not to have a connection with Jaxon; I was done stressing myself. With that, I made my way to his quarters, not minding what I would meet there. At first, my mind became crowded with negativity, but I quickly pushed them out. I was contemplating whether it was the right choice to involve him, and I got my answers. He might consider me crazy to be at his doorpost this early when I have been the one pushing him out for days now. I just wished silently that he would be angry with me. We needed to find a way out, and anger wouldn't solve anything. When I got to his doorpost, I waited for a few minutes before I summoned the courage to knock at his door. When I finally did, I watched as my hand trembled as I didn't know how to face him. I continued standing there, expecting him to come out, but he never did. Just when I was about to leave, the door creaked open, and there was Jaxon in his handsomeness. My mouth flew open, I stared at his broad chest in shock. Funny enough, my legs had started wobbling; they could not carry me anymore. I lost control, I forgot how to make simple sentences again. Jaxon stood like a statue at his doorpost, his hair scattered in perfect style, slightly tousled. He opened his mouth wide in shock at opening the door. He must have seen a ghost to stand for minutes without ushering me in. I noticed something in his eyes; it looked very heavy, like someone who hadn't slept in days. Maybe none of us were able to rest after the last encounter. Funny enough, we returned to staring at each other in awkwardness. None of us said anything. I carefully observed his countenance, was it still shocking, or was he still angry with me? I wasn't enjoying it, but either way, I won't still be leaving without a solution. Tired of not achieving my purpose of visiting him, I decided to break the silence and talk first. 'I need to discuss something with you," I blurted out without thinking. I had lost the nerve to look at him in the face, and I won't be risking that again. 'It's a pressing matter and needs urgent attention. I did like you to know that it's very important." He nodded without saying a word. After a few seconds of not letting me in, I concluded my presence was not much welcomed, but he surprised me by ushering me in. His mind seemed to be far from his body before. 'Of course, I'm all ears. Come in by the way." 'I've been having terrible visions for days now," I began, without waiting to settle down. He gestured for me to sit down at least, but I was too eager to let everything out to get comfortable in his house. 'Strange dreams that seemed too real to be a dream. It's about the prophecy the old man told us about, the ancient power. The power that helps me to heal. And from how it has been going, I think we are both connected to it. It's like a tie bonding us in everything." Jaxon's eyes widened. His full self returned immediately when it bonded us together. All his attention was channeled to me, waiting to hear everything. 'Tell me everything I need to know, leave no detail."