Lyralei felt herself falling through darkness that wrapped around her like a familiar embrace, and recognition slammed into her with the force of a physical blow.
She was in that space again. That place between life and death where time moved differently and reality bent at the edges.
Memories rushed through her mind like a flood breaking through a dam—images and sensations and moments that weren't hers but felt intimately known anyway. A woman named Laura, her face twisted with defiance as she rejected her Alpha. Rogues circling her with hungry eyes. An Alpha called Blackwood appearing like salvation wrapped in violence.
Everything poured into her consciousness in the span of a single heartbeat, vivid and immediate and overwhelming.
Lyralei would have laughed if she could make sound i
