The world didn’t shatter, it inverted.
The sky turned to stone. Breath turned into mass. My body was no longer mine.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the ground. Above it, I stood. The c***k wasn't actually a c***k; rather, it was a mirror, and the pack gazed up at me with wide eyes, as if I were a god they hadn't intended to summon.
Thorn was the only one who did not look up. He was frozen mid-movement, a statue of gold and fire, his eyes fixed on me without flinching. All the others, both humans and wolves, had froze. For them, time had stopped.
All except one.
A silver-eyed, barefoot girl with a dress stitched from shadow emerged from the surface of the mirror.
But she did not approach me; she walked through the pack frozen below, her hand brushing over kalen’s shoulder,
