Anastasia's POV
My father's voice, calm, distant, there was melody, laughter. Then screaming, silver pain laced through my side I tried to move but found myself suspended in nothingness.
“Anastasia,” a soft voice called.
I turned around, there was nothing, only shadows.
“You shouldn’t have returned,” the voice continued. “You knew what would happen.”
“Who are you?” my mind called out.
But the shadows only laughed, becoming forms now, shifting wolves with glowing eyes. The Elders from my past, my father faceless. Lawrence, sneering.
“You were never meant to lead.”
“You don’t belong anywhere.”
“You’ll never be enough.”
The voices layered on top of each other until they were indistinguishable.
I screamed, then came warmth, a new presence.
Jayden.
His scent filled my mental ph
