ing hands. Her breathing was shallow, and her heart raced. She had seen it. She had felt i

e a storm cloud. She looked up at Devon, her min

. "I didn't

saw-" She stopped, pressing her fingers to her temples. A forest.

but then he nod

epared for what h

weren't always Melissa Moore," he said. "Once, a long time ago, y

allowed ha

s words carefully. "In another life, yo

e word felt like a hook sinking into her

spered. "Like-l

nodded

om him. "No. No, that's insane. I don't

"You don't remember m

arms around hersel

"You want the t

gh every logical part of her wanted to r

ur past life," he said, "we were part of a powerful werewolf pack. But

clang of metal, the scent of blood, the howls of wolves in the night. Her s

e asked, barely rec

e darkened.

athing. She stared

. "You died in that war,

mbled. This was too much. "I don't-" Sh

"I swore that if I ever found you agai

beyond the mystery, beyond the confidence. She saw grief. Deep, aching, ancient grief.

was true-if she had lived another life-then what did

y am I here now? If I di

"I don't know. But I think

omach twiste

ng is coming, Melissa.

ze. "What d

n't explain it fully y

So now I'm not just some reincarnated were

ghtly. "You were

at him. "This

erious again. "I know. But

ed. "Deci

ll of this," he said. "Ignore the truth

allowed ha

ed onto hers. "Or

ed. The weight of the decision crushed her. "I

e dream stone under your pillow like i said,

et. Pretend none of this ever happened. But then she remembered lthe wolf's silver eyes in the painting

ngers brushing against the

el its warmth, even through the fabric. Her heart thudded in her chest. What would she see this time? What

ne filled her nose. She wasn't in her bed anymore. She was in a for

. Tall. Familiar. Melissa

ew. This one looked different. Wilder. More dangerous. An

. That name. Her name. Bu

suddenly reached for her. "Come,"

aced. "What's hap

burned with urgency. "

tomach drop

wl echoed through the trees-and