Third Person's POV
It was the dead of night at Hammond Manor.
Vanya lay in bed, fast asleep, but her dreams transported her back to the memories of her previous life.
She "floated" above the operating room, watching herself on the table, covered in blood and without a pulse.
A doctor nearby was shaking as he picked up his phone to call Cliff.
As soon as the call connected, Cliff's impatient voice came through, "What now? If you're calling at this hour, better have a good reason."
The doctor swallowed hard and stammered, "Alpha Cliff, Luna Vanya... we couldn't save her. She's didn't make it."
Vanya, observing from the side, suddenly grew anxious—the other end of the line fell into a deafening silence. No response from Cliff, just silence.
She could almost picture it——Cliff might be
