Aila Coraline
I felt like my life was some kind of cruel joke. Like I was stuck in a survival game, and this world was nothing but a fabricated illusion. Everything felt surreal, detached, as if I was walking through someone else’s story. It all confused me so much that my thoughts spun endlessly in circles.
Last night, during the full moon celebration, I’d been consumed by these thoughts. I was lightheaded, distracted, barely able to focus. Even my wolf had grown irritated, growling at me for failing to embrace the moon’s blessing. But how could I? How could I possibly find clarity when the truth about Zayn—about myself—was so overwhelming?
Knowing Zayn had revived me was one thing. But learning he’d turned back time? That was something else entirely. It defied reason, defied everyt
