Zander's POV
The ground beneath my pack house was breaking.
Not small cracks. Massive splits in reality itself, spreading outward from where Kira stood with her arms around a fake child who was crying tears that somehow felt real.
"Alpha!" My beta Marcus came running, his face white with fear. "The pack ties are breaking! I can't feel half our parts anymore!"
I spun around, my heart pounding. Through the windows, I could see my pack scattered across the territory, some flickering in and out of existence like bad television service.
"What's happening to them?" I asked.
"The fictional refugees," Elder Seraphine said sadly. "They're overwriting truth. Every abandoned character that enters Kira's refuge replaces someone real."
My blood turned to ice. "You mean my pack is disappearing?"
"Being erased," she confirmed. "To make room for beings whose stories were destroyed."
