The moon hung heavy, a dying eye weeping silver across the treetops. Somewhere deep in the woods, a wolf howled — a broken sound, not a song but a warning. Elara Draven stood over the body of her Alpha, her hands shaking, his blood soaking the ground like spilled ink. The world tilted. A heartbeat. A gasp of cold wind. The stars blurred into rivers. Then — darkness. When she opened her eyes, the world was whole again. Lucian Velden laughed somewhere in the distance, alive and oblivious. The trees stood tall. The moon was young. Time had unraveled itself like a frayed tapestry. And somewhere inside her chest, Elara knew: This would happen again. Unless she could find a way to stop it. Even if it broke her heart. Even if it cost her everything. Copyright © 2025 by Shruti Chavan. All Rights Reserved.