Arwen
The world around me is wrong.
Beautiful… but wrong.
I stand in an unfamiliar forest—tall trees stretch endlessly, sunlight filtering through leaves in soft golden ribbons. The air is fresh, clean, almost sweet. Birds sing overhead.
But there’s no one here. No pack, no houses, no voices. No Wild Pack territory.
And this is not Dark Moon.
Where the hell am I?
How did I even get here?
My heart thuds, heavy with both love and sudden dread. The last thing I remember is holding Sasappi’s and Rhodo’s newborn daughter, feeling hope and safety in Viggo’s arm warm around my waist, the pack echoing with laughter and new life.
Then—this, whatever this is.
Did I fall and hit my head?
Is this a dream?
There is nothing around that would suggest I’m anywhere familiar. There is literally
