The moment Midnight crossed the threshold, the world changed.
The air felt different.
Not colder.
Not warmer.
Older.
Like every breath carried the weight of forgotten centuries.
The Shore of Lost Things stretched endlessly before them.
Silver sand shimmered beneath their feet.
A vast lake mirrored the sky above.
Only the sky wasn't whole.
Thousands of stars were missing.
Dark gaps scarred the heavens.
Wounds in memory.
Wounds in reality.
The sight made Midnight's chest ache.
Kael stepped through beside her immediately.
The mate bond pulsed.
Strong.
Steady.
The familiar warmth grounded her.
One by one, the others followed.
Lucien looked around.
Then frowned.
Then looked around again.
"Okay."
Nobody trusted that tone anymore.
"What?"
Lucien pointed toward the shore
