Amidst the chaos, voices call out, addressing me as “Your Majesty.” The weight of a real and symbolic crown presses upon my brow, and the title echoes through the dream like an ominous refrain. The dream blurs the lines between what’s real and fantastical, and my understanding crumbles in the face of the supernatural.

I stand in the midst of the fiery forest, feeling the heat on my skin. The wolves and vampires move around me, their presence unsettling. Each step I take is accompanied by the crackling of burning wood beneath my feet.

As I navigate the dream world, the voices addressing me as “Your Majesty” become more insistent. The title feels both empowering and burdensome, and I struggle to make sense of my role here in this realm. The boundary between reality and fantasy disintegrates, leaving me lost in a world where the supernatural reigns supreme.

The wolves and vampires, once adversaries, now seem to acknowledge me as a central figure in their unfolding drama. Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly intensity, follow my every move. I can sense a connection between us, a mysterious link I don’t understand.

The scent of burning wood intensifies, and the distant wails of pain grow louder. The dream becomes a sensory overload, with sights, sounds, and smells converging in a symphony of the supernatural. It’s as if the dream itself is a living entity, responding to my presence with heightened intensity.

I reach out, attempting to grasp the reality of the dream, but it slips through my fingers like smoke. The forest, the flames, and the creatures – they exist in a realm beyond my reality. Yet, the crown on my head remains a tangible reminder of my supposed regal status.

The voices calling me “Your Majesty” take on a desperate tone, as if urging me to fulfill a destiny I can’t quite grasp. Amid the chaos, a figure emerges – a lone wolf with eyes that hold a spark of recognition. It approaches me, its movements graceful yet filled with a primal energy. The dream seems to pause as the wolf, and I lock eyes, a silent understanding passing between us.

I have seen those eyes before.

I know who they belong to.

Gabriel.

Startled, I wake with a jolt, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The remnants of the dream cling to my consciousness, leaving me unsettled. Moonlight bathes the room, offering no solace as I grapple with the disconcerting images lingering in my mind.

A noise, a subtle disturbance, disrupts the fragile peace. It isn’t a figment of the dream; someone is breaking in to my apartment. Fear grips me, uncertainty tightening its hold. I cast a wary glance toward the bedroom door, my heart pounding.

Every instinct I have screams “don’t make a sound” as I slide out of bed. I move deliberately but silently, as I fight against panic. The creaking floor beneath my feet seems deafening in the silence of the night. I reach for my phone, ready to dial for help, but a sudden realization strikes me – I can’t involve the authorities. Not when the threat seems entangled with the supernatural.

A quick decision compels me to reach for a small umbrella in my bedside drawer. Clutching it tightly, I advance toward the main door, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The intruder’s presence looms, and the room feels charged with an otherworldly energy. I don’t think this break-in is a mere coincidence. Maybe I haven’t shaken off the effects of the nightmare, but somehow this break-in feels connected to the dream that is still haunting my thoughts.

I approach the door, and as I peek through the peephole, my heart skips a beat. Two men stand there, and the panic I had been fighting is now in full swing.

In a frenzy, I stumble back and lock myself in the closet. I can hear their hushed voices, their footsteps drawing nearer. Fear tightens its grip on me as I cower in the darkness, trying to understand what is happening.

Although a flimsy barrier between me and the mysterious danger lurking outside, the closet feels like a sanctuary. I press my back against the wall, my breaths shallow and rapid. The voices outside become clearer, their words sending chills down my spine.

Suddenly, the closet door bursts open, and I find myself face-to-face with the intruders. Two men, their eyes glinting in the dim light, lock onto mine. The realization that there’s no escape tightens my chest. Before I can react, they grab me, pulling me out into the moonlit room.

One of them smirks, his gaze fixated on me. “Your blood,” he says, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “it smells delicious.” I feel a cold chill as he reveals his fangs and the room seems to spin with a surreal, nightmarish intensity.

Just as he’s about to sink his teeth into my neck, a surge of power courses through me. It’s as if an invisible force surrounds me, and in the next moment, the man is thrown off me. I stand there, bewildered, as he crashes against the wall. The other man steps back, a mix of surprise and fear in his eyes.

As the second man and I stand there, stunned, another figure appears in the doorway, a sudden savior, just in the nick of time. It’s Gabriel, standing there with a thundering look in his eyes. My eyes meet his, and a flood of relief washes over me. At that moment, I run into his arms, seeking comfort and protection.

Disoriented by the unexpected turn of events, the intruders retreat in the face of Gabriel’s formidable presence. He steps forward, and a low, intimidating growl rumbles in his chest. Sensing defeat, the men retreat and disappear into the shadows.

Gabriel turns his attention to me, his arms a secure embrace. “You’re safe now, Jade.”

I cling to him, the fear and panic slowly lifting as the room returns to some semblance of normal.

Chapter 13

Gabriel

As Jade’s breathing gradually steadies, I gently pull away, my fingers lingering on her cheek. I can feel the residual energy coursing through her, a reminder of the power that surged within her just moments ago.

What is she?She’s definitely not just a human, but we’ll have to figure that out later.

The room is quiet, a complete 180 from the chaos it was just a few minutes ago.