One moment I was lying in my bed, the faint glow of moonlight brushing the curtains, my hand resting protectively over my stomach. The next, the world tilted, stretched, and folded in on itself like breath held too long.
I was standing.
Barefoot.
Cold stone pressed beneath my feet.
The air smelled wrong, too clean, too sharp, threaded with something metallic and old.
My heart began to race.
I knew this place.
And yet… I didn't.
The Moonlight Pack.
But not as I remembered it.
I turned slowly, my breath catching.
The pack grounds were bathed in silver light, the moon hanging low and impossibly large above the spires.
The buildings were taller, more ornate than I had ever seen them. Pale stone gleamed softly, carved with delicate runes and arches that curved like living things rather than harsh edges.
