Rosemary
That night, sleep claimed me with an unusual heaviness, pulling me into its depths. But what awaited me wasn’t the stillness of dreams, it was something else entirely - something vivid and alive.
I found myself in the pack house, but it wasn’t the one I knew. It felt older, yet somehow brighter. The warmth of it surrounded me, the hum of life within its walls steady and comforting. I stood in the common room, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation drifting through the air. But something was different. The details were sharper, more vivid, like I was seeing everything through a lens of heightened awareness. A voice called to me, gentle yet insistent.
“Mother.”
I turned to find Aurora standing before me - not the infant I had cradled in my arms hours earlier, but a you
