The forest again. The night air thick with mist, the trees looming like silent witnesses. But this wasn’t like before. There was no power surging through her legs. No freedom in the run. She was an observer now, dragged through time by something ancient and cruel.
Ahead, a woman with long, curly, dark auburn hair—her face so familiar—clutched a newborn wrapped in a threadbare blanket. A man with shaggy brown hair kept glancing over his shoulder, tense, on edge. The infant was so small. Barely hours old.
Danielle’s breath caught.
Me. That’s me.
The woman sobbed. “Please, Alpha Emory. Please take her. If we stay, they’ll find her.”
Emory stepped from the shadows. He looked younger, but still unmistakably him. His expression was hard, unreadable. “You’re welcome on my land. All of you. I
