My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Chapter 398 THE DREAM

DANIEL’S POV

The dream began gently.

I stood in the Nightfang courtyard, stone warm under my bare feet, banners shifting lazily in the breeze.

Everything looked normal—too normal. It felt staged, as if the world were holding its breath, waiting for something to go wrong.

But nothing looked wrong.

Warriors moved along the walls. Patrols rotated. The scent of food drifted from the kitchens. The moon was bright. The sky was clear—no clouds, no storm, no warning.

Then the gates shattered.

The sound cracked through the courtyard like thunder as wolves surged through in a wild, chaotic rush.

“Defensive formation!” someone shouted, but the command fractured before it could fully take hold.

Because the attackers were already on us.

I tried to move, to run, to do something, but my body felt heavy, as if I were pushing through something thick that dragged at my limbs and dulled everything around me.

“Daniel!”

I turned sharply, hope hitting so fast it hurt—but there was no one there.

My mom wasn’t running toward me to gather me in her arms. My dad’s steady presence wasn’t there to anchor the chaos unfolding.

The realization settled into me with a cold, sinking weight that felt heavier and scarier than the battle itself.

Suddenly, above us, the sky began to dim.

The moonlight vanished, as if the moon had been smothered behind an invisible veil.

I felt the effect pressing on my skin, seeping into my chest, weakening something deep inside I couldn’t yet name.

The pack felt it too.

I saw it in our warriors’ movements—sluggish, coordination slipping where it shouldn’t.

The attackers seemed unaffected. They surged forward with a precision that made my stomach twist. They moved as if they understood exactly where our weaknesses lay, exactly how to exploit the confusion spreading through our ranks.

The sounds around me blurred together—shouts, snarls, the sickening impact of bodies hitting stone.

And then there was the growing certainty settling deep in my bones.

We were losing.

Just as that thought formed, the world shifted.

For a moment, there was only smoke and ash and broken ground, the aftermath of something we hadn’t survived. Bodies lay scattered all over the courtyard, and the silence that followed felt heavier than the fight.

But the dream didn’t stay there.

It dragged me forward again.

Now Nightfang wasn’t alone. Frostbane was there too, in a clearing I didn’t recognize.

Both packs fought together—but it didn’t matter.

The enemy didn’t slow down. If anything, they grew stronger, while our side struggled and faltered at every turn.

Every time it looked like we might push back, the moment slipped away.

The fight kept turning against us.

The scenes shifted too quickly for me to understand. One moment, we were holding the line; the next, we were barely standing.

It blurred together until all that remained was one clear, terrible certainty.

We were going to fall—in a way we would never rise from.

And then everything...stopped.

The silence that followed was absolute, like the world itself had been paused.

Then—

‘Look.’

The voice didn’t come from outside. It was inside my head, quiet but clear, and even though I had never heard it before, I knew it immediately.

My wolf.

Not fully there yet, not awake, but real in a way that made my pulse skip.

‘Look,’ it repeated, more firmly.

’At what?’ I asked.

The next instant, I was inside a strange room.

It wasn’t Nightfang. It wasn’t Frostbane. There was nothing familiar about it.

The space was cold and stripped of anything that felt alive.

And in the center of it—

Aunt Celeste.

She was restrained, her body flat on a narrow bed. Her head was turned slightly, her hair spread messily beneath her, but it was her face that made my breath catch.

Her eyes were open.

But empty.

There was no focus in them, no anger, no resistance.

Shapes moved around her, indistinct and blurred, like shadows I couldn’t fully see. But one figure stood apart, more solid than the rest.

A woman.

I couldn’t make out her face, but I felt the cold emanating from her.

Everything in the room seemed to orbit around her, like she was the center of it.

She stepped forward and lifted her hand over Aunt Celeste.

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