Lycan POV
It did not come gently. There was no warning, no gradual pull, no space to prepare for it. One moment I was standing at the edge of the ridge, the next the ground was gone.
Replaced. The air shifted first.
Cold, heavy, wrong in a way that tightened something deep in my chest before I even understood why.
My body went still.
Not by choice but by recognition.
I knew this place.
I buried it. Forced it down so deep it should have stayed there.
But now..it was back.
Clear.
Unavoidable.
The scent hit next.
Smoke.
Damp earth.
And something else beneath it, something metallic.
My jaw tightened. No..Not yet. Not that part. Not this soon.
Voices carried through the dark.
Low.
Urgent.
Familiar.
My gaze moved slowly, taking it in piece by piece. The clearing. The position
