Aimee's POV
The forest was quiet, too quiet for my liking. As I walked through the dense trees, the crunch of leaves beneath my boots was the only sound that echoed through the space. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over everything, but even that couldn't calm the storm brewing inside me. I knew what was waiting for me when I reached the pack house. James.
My heart pounded at the thought of him. So much had changed, yet everything felt the same. We had been through hell, and now that I was heading back into the lion's den, I couldn't help but think about the dream I had last night.
My mother had appeared to me. Her presence, like a ghostly wisp, was more vivid than I could have ever imagined. I hadn't seen her since she passed, and yet there she was, standing in front of me as though she'd never left.
