Tyler POV
The alternate Brittany's hand feels wrong in mine too cold, missing the electric current that used to run between us like wildfire. She pulls away when I try to hold on, her green eyes flat where they used to burn with recognition.
"I don't know you," she says for the third time, but her voice wavers. "Tyler died months ago fighting the organization." I watched him bleed out on concrete while they harvested his pack.
"Not in my timeline." The words taste like copper. In mine, you're the one who died. You become something bigger than a human, bigger than a werewolf. You became the voice of Earth itself.
She laughs, sharp and bitter. "Earth doesn't have a voice anymore." They stripped it away piece by piece until all that's left is rock and water and dying things.
Eleanor's te
