I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 111

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

**Chapter 111**

To her own surprise, it took very little time for Talya to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

In her dream, she found herself wandering through an expansive field. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, reaching up to her waist in certain spots, yet it did not hinder her movement in the least. As she walked, her gaze was captivated by a vibrant tapestry of wildflowers blooming in every conceivable hue, creating a breathtaking panorama that stretched out before her. The beauty of the scene enveloped her, and Talya felt a wave of tranquility wash over her. It was as if the very essence of serenity had settled around her, urging her to breathe deeply and let go of her worries.

Eventually, she came upon a grand tree, its branches sprawling wide and its leaves whispering secrets in the wind. Drawn to its majestic presence, she decided to take a moment to rest beneath its shade. The coolness offered a welcome respite from the warmth of the sun. Talya’s eyes wandered to a nearby creek, its crystal-clear waters glistening in the light. She envisioned herself kicking off her shoes and socks, letting the refreshing water envelop her feet. But for now, she was perfectly content to simply sit in the comforting embrace of the tree’s shadow. With a soft sigh, she leaned back and closed her eyes, allowing the world around her to fade into a gentle hush.

After what felt like an eternity of blissful stillness, a sound broke through the tranquility. Talya’s eyes fluttered open, and she was startled to find a wolf standing merely a few feet away from her. A rush of panic surged through her, but before she could react, a surprising warmth and sense of safety enveloped her. She gazed at the wolf, feeling an inexplicable connection rather than fear. “That’s because there is nothing to fear from me,” a voice resonated in her mind, ethereal and soothing.

Startled, she looked around, searching for the source of the voice, but found no one else in sight. Her attention returned to the wolf, who had taken a few tentative steps closer, settling down on his haunches right before her.

“Talya,” the voice called again, clear and melodic. She blinked, incredulous. Surely, the voice wasn’t emanating from the wolf, was it?

“Are you talking to me?” she asked, a hint of disbelief coloring her tone, feeling somewhat foolish for even posing the question.

“I am communicating with you,” the wolf replied, his mouth remaining still, yet the voice echoed in her mind. Talya couldn’t help but wonder if she was losing her grip on reality.

“The mind is a fragile thing,” the wolf continued, its gaze steady. “It only exists within one dimension. Yet, there are other dimensions where it can thrive, if one only opens themselves to the possibilities.”

Talya remained silent, her thoughts racing as she tried to comprehend the surreal encounter. She didn’t feel threatened by the wolf, but the peaceful calm she had felt moments ago began to slip away, replaced by a sense of bewilderment.

“Relax, and allow your mind to embrace the possibilities,” the wolf urged, its voice gentle yet firm.

“What possibilities?” Talya questioned, her curiosity piqued but her confusion still evident.

“The ones that are coming,” the wolf replied cryptically. Then, without warning, it stood and gracefully walked away, disappearing into the fabric of the dream. Talya watched in astonishment, her mind swirling with questions.

With a start, Talya sat up in bed, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes. “Okay, that was the strangest dream ever,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

After dressing in her favorite black leggings and a casual button-down denim shirt, she made her way into the kitchen, her thoughts still lingering on the dream. “Good morning, Grandma,” she greeted cheerfully, a smile brightening her face.

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