Stephanie's Perception:
Dragged back to the heart of the pack's domain, my recollection of the time spent in the harrowing emptiness fractures like fragile glass. It's as if Morgana, with her sinister touch, destroyed strips of my memories, leaving me to question the very fabric of my recollection. Every sliver of memory from the a*******n—a chess piece that she might have cunningly moved or removed in her mindgame.
Upon my return, the sight of Rylan flooded me with relief, yet an aching urgency consumed me—I was desperate to find my mate Brock. I could feel his torment, the sheer intensity of his soul's struggle as he fought to retrieve me from the unfathomable void I had been cast into.
My mate was too far away for a mind-link, so I begged Rylan to take me to my mate. I could not let
