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<p>Aella's dreams made no sense</p>
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<p>First, she was in the foyer of the pack house in Logan's pack, walking down the makeshift aisle that was meant for Louve. She looked sideways at the crowd of well-wishers and instead of the faces of Logan's pack members, she saw grins and sneers from the members of the Rogue Pack. She looked down and instead of a white dress, she was putting on a black one: lacy and tattered, like a Bride of Death. Someone was leading her by the arm, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her dad.</p>
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<p>Impossible, she had time to think before they got to the makeshift altar, where the Wolf Priest was waiting for the both of them. She heard low chants from the members of the Rogue Pack behind her but she paid little heed. All her attention was focused on her groom who was standing with his back to her, looking very much like Logan. Maybe this dream isn't so bad after all, she thought. But when the groom turned to her, she was staring not at Logan but at the face of the Rogue King.</p>
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<p>She screamed, but her voice was lost in the increased chanting from the pack. She felt the floor open up beneath her, and as in the manner of dreams, she suddenly found herself in the woods close to Logan's pack house. She was still in the tattered lacy black dress and she looked around, dazed and perplexed. The packhouse was just within her reach, close enough that only the packhouse lawn separated them.</p>
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