In the early morning, Atlas and Meredith stirred in the cozy embrace of their bed. The room was bathed in the soft light of dawn filtering through the sheer curtains.
Atlas' arm was wrapped tightly around Meredith , pulling her close to his chest as they both slept peacefully.
Her head was resting on his shoulder, and her long hair was splayed out on the pillow. They both look content and happy, their faces relaxed in slumber.
The room was quiet except for the gentle sound of their breathing and the distant chatter of birds outside the window.
It was a moment of perfect tranquility and intimacy, the start of their new life together as mates.
Meredith fidgeted in her sleep. Clearly she was having a nightmare.
In the nightmare, Meredith was standing on the edge of a vast and barren wasteland. The sky was dark and stormy, and the wind was howling around her.
Suddenly, she heard a deafening roar, and she saw a massive dragon flying towards her.
