Emma's POV
I stormed out of Andrea’s room, slamming the door so hard it echoed down the hallway. My chest heaved with frustration, every ounce of patience gone.
My fingers trembled as I twisted my bedroom door knob, stepping inside before slamming my own door shut. But the second it clicked into place, my knees buckled, and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in my room. I was back at the Full Moon Pack, walking barefoot through the garden. The flowers swayed in the wind, but there was something... off. A chill ran down my spine, and the once-familiar grounds felt strange, almost hostile.
And then I saw him. Alpha Damon.
He was standing in the middle of the garden, his back to me. His usual commanding presence was gone, replaced by something frail and broken.
