Lycan’s POV
It hit without warning. No build, signals just fire.
I jerked forward, breath cutting sharp as heat slammed into my lungs like I had walked straight into it again.
Not a memory, not like the ones I carried. This one..
This one dragged me under.
My hand braced against the table, fingers digging into the wood as the room disappeared.
Gone, Replaced. Smoke, screams. Always the same.
But this time
Clearer.
“Run!”
The voice tore through the chaos. My chest tightened instantly. I knew that voice. I knew that moment.
My jaw clenched.
“No…”
But it didn’t stop.
It never stopped.
The scene shifted…Faster than I remembered. Sharper.
The woman.
The boy.
The push.
The order.
“Don’t stop…just run!”
My vision blurred.
Because I remembered that. I remembered her.
My moth
