CALEB POV
The memory hit me like lightning while I was reading.
One second I was studying ancient Guardian writings in the pack library. The next, I was somewhere else entirely—standing in a flower field with Lily, her hand warm in mine as she laughed at something I'd just said.
But it wasn't really a memory. I'd never been in a flower field with Lily. We'd never held hands like that, never shared that moment of pure happiness. Yet the feeling was so real I could smell the blooms and hear her laugh echoing in my ears.
I jerked back to the present, panting. The book fell from my hands, pages flapping as it hit the floor. My heart pounded against my ribs.
What was happening to me?
This was the third time today. Earlier, I'd "remembered" teaching Lily to dance in the moonlight. Before that, I'd seen us walking through Silver Peak's forest, talking about our future children. Beautiful times that had never actually happened.
But they felt more real than my true memories.
