Daxton’s p.o.v.
I am standing on the landing of the Gamma floor, looking down at Pack-members walking in and out of the Pack-house.
I shake my head, because something tells me that I shouldn’t be here. I pay closer attention to the Pack-members walking around and I see women that no longer live in our territory, I see children running around that are no longer children.
How is this even possible? Why am I reliving the past? My mind is spinning with all the questions I have at the moment and something tells me that I will have more questions before I will start to get answers.
“Hello, Darius.” I hear someone say behind me and when I turn around to respond, I see myself walking down the stairs. Seeing myself isn’t the only thing that shocks me, it is Sage standing behind me, looking up a
