Lisa’s Point of View:
I felt it before I saw her.
That same tightness in my chest… the same wrongness that had been haunting me for weeks.
The wind shifted.
The clearing fell silent.
And then—
She stepped out of the shadows.
“Wren…” the name leaves my lips like a prayer.
But the girl standing before us…
Is not the one I remember.
Her presence alone is enough to make wolves step back. Power radiates from her—thick, suffocating, unnatural. Her eyes… darker, colder… ancient.
And yet—
Somewhere deep inside—
I feel her.
“Home,” she says softly, her voice echoing with something that doesn’t belong.
Alex steps forward instantly, placing himself slightly in front of me.
Protective.
Always.
“Why are you here?” he asks, his tone steady—but I know him. I hear the tension beneath it.
