(Almira’s POV) “Arghmmm…” I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were the branches of trees clumping above me. Where am I? The last thing I remember was talking to Lysander and then— I glanced around the place. Everything is clear yet strangely enchanting. I sit up slowly and look around. "Where am I?" I asked aloud. The trees are tall and the air here is cool and fresh. What is this place? Where are Lysander, Mid, and the Pack Healer? Did I die? I stood up and began to walk along a narrow path. My mind is buzzing with questions, but I’m trying so hard to make sense of everything. Suddenly I heard a distant voice calling my name. "Almira... Almira..." Who’s that? I followed the sound until I came to a gentle stream. The water glimmers in the faint moonlight as it flows ove