“Ruby,” I heard a familiar voice call out to me.
I was in a familiar yet unfamiliar place. I was standing in my room back at the Blue Sky pack.
“Ruby,” someone called my name once again.
I turned around and saw Jonathan standing at my door. His face looked younger than I remembered. He looked like he was seventeen years old.
I was confused. The Jonathan Willow I knew was twenty-four years old with a more muscular frame. And the last time I saw him, he had been growing a stubble on his chin.
But now… he had a baby face. And his brown eyes, which were normally clouded with bitterness and contempt, were wide with wonder and amusement now. What was going on here?
“Jonathan, you—”
I stopped talking as soon as I noticed that the sound of my voice was really high-pitched. I reached for
