Marcus Blackthorne's POV
The Nightfall area was tearing itself apart, and it was all my fault.
I'd come here to apologize to my daughter - the one I'd thrown away in my sadness ten years ago. But as my truck hit the pack borders, reality started breaking down around me like a shattered mirror.
Through the windshield, I could see various versions of the same events happening at once. In one, the pack house was burning. In another, it was bursting with silver light. In a third, it looked totally normal while people ran screaming from invisible threats.
"What's happening?" my Beta, Thomas, asked from the passenger seat. His voice was shaking.
I didn't have an answer. All I knew was that somewhere in that chaos, my surviving daughter was in danger, and I was the reason she'd never learned to trust anyone enough to ask for aid.
The truck hit something that wasn't there and spun sideways. When we stopped, Thomas was gone. Just... gone, like he'd never existed.
