76 - It's About Time

Ruin

Stumbling through the door of the pack house, every bone in my body screams for rest. New York with the BloodCrest Pack was a necessary distraction, one that kept my mind off things I’d rather not dwell on. But now, all I want is to collapse into my bed and sleep for an eternity.

The weight of the last two weeks settles on me like a cloak made of lead as I make my way to my room, barely managing to kick off my boots. I make it to the bed, my coordination failing at the last second, sending me tipping over and crashing onto the mattress with a sigh that feels like it’s been building for months.

Just as I start to drift off, a scent hits me, unmistakable and heartbreakingly familiar: peaches. It’s Chloe Jane’s scent, the one that’s been missing from my life for months now. The realization jolts through me, but before I can even think to get up, to search where it’s coming from, darkness pulls me under, and I’m out cold.

The next thing I know, I’m standing in a realm that feels both