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could try to figure out where it was coming from.”
    I didn’t understand what she meant. We had been together last night. If she’d known about a threat to Grace, why hadn’t she told me about it then? I wasn’t just the man in her bed—I was also the pack enforcer. All the wolves knew they could come to me with any issues that affected the pack’s safety.
    “And how would you know of a risk to my mate when I didn’t?” Hunter growled at her.
    Eliza’s gaze briefly darted to me before returning to Hunter. “I dreamed of her last night.”
    I had woken up when she started to toss and turn. Just as I started to reach for her, a yell was wrenched from her lips and she had leapt from her bed. I tried to calm her down but she had practically kicked me out of her house before I could argue.
    “Your nightmare,” I gasped out, the implications starting to take hold in my brain. “The one that woke you up screaming? The one you refused to discuss with me? It was about Grace?”
    Eliza’s eyes remained locked with my brother’s as though she couldn’t bear to look at me right now.
    “Answer him,” Hunter demanded of her.
    “Yes,” she replied. “Grace was in my nightmare. I couldn’t tell who it was, but she was being chased through the forest at night. The moon was full in the sky, and the pack raced to try to catch up with her.”
    “And when we found her?” Hunter asked.
    Eliza lowered her eyes again, but not before I felt the bolt of fear pass through my brother. “She was dead.”
    My wolf was fighting for control, demanding I protect Eliza. The scent of her sadness pulled at me as I tried to wrap my brain around what she was telling us.
    “And you expect me to believe that this dream sent you to her motel room today?” my brother asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
    “Yes, alpha. I expect you to believe me because it’s the truth,” Eliza insisted, determination evident in every line of her body as she stood boldly in front of her alpha.
    Hunter inhaled deeply, trying to scent her sincerity. “Why didn’t you simply tell my brother about this dream when he asked you last night?”
    “I’ve learned the hard way that most people aren’t willing to believe,” she replied.
    Eliza’s answer saddened me even as my heart leapt with hope. Is it possible? Does Eliza walk in dreams? If so, why didn’t she share her gift with me before?
    “I’ve never given you any reason to doubt me,” I muttered.
    “Not now,” Hunter barked at me, anger coloring his tone. “Focus on what’s important first—my mate’s safety. You can deal with your hurt feelings later.”
    I wanted to argue with him, but I knew he was right. If Grace was truly in danger, it was my role as pack enforcer to help him resolve the issue.
    “Why would you hide this dream from me and sneak into Grace’s room?” I asked Eliza.
    “Because it wasn’t just a dream. It was a premonition of what’s coming for her.”
    My knees went weak with her answer, and my wolf settled as realization rolled through me. Then my heart stopped, and it felt like fire had lit my veins. And all of my senses seemed to go on overload as one thought pounded through my brain. Eliza was my fated mate. Eliza was the dream-walker our grandmother had spoken of with a faraway look in her eye so many years ago.
    She had taken us in when our parents had died in an attack against our pack. Our numbers had been smaller back then, and the alpha from the pack closest to us had wanted to claim our land as his. He’d killed our mother in an effort to weaken our father, whose response had been a swift attack that had resulted in both of their deaths. His second, the pack enforcer, had stepped up to lead us until Hunter had been old enough to take our father’s place.
    The loss of both of our parents so close to each other had sent Hunter, Parker, and me reeling—until our grandmother had taken us aside one day and explained the mating bond and how much pain they