The Void realm was not darkness. It was an absence. The space between thoughts. The moment before existence. The nothing that came before everything.
We fell through it. Our merged consciousness stretched thin. Pulled in directions that should not exist. Kade’s memories bled into mine. Mine into his. Until we could no longer tell who was who.
“Stay focused,” we told ourselves. “Remember why we came. Remember the pack. Remember love.”
But the Void was hungry for memories. It ate them as we passed. Consumed our past like food. First the small things. What we ate yesterday. What colour was the sky? Then bigger things. Names. Faces. Purpose.
“Kade, I am forgetting,” I said. Or was it Kade saying it? We could not tell anymore.
“Hold on. Just hold on.”
But holding on required something to
