Collin's POV
I stand on the landing overlooking the main floor of the Pack house, watching our members move through the corridors below. Something feels wrong about this moment. The faces I see shouldn't be here anymore. Women who left our territory years ago walk past like they never departed. Children who grew into adults race through the halls as if time never touched them.
My head spins with confusion. Why am I witnessing events that already passed? What force is dragging me back to relive these memories? Each question breeds another, and I sense this is only the beginning of a much deeper mystery.
"Hello, Atticus." The voice behind me makes me freeze.
I turn around and shock hits me like lightning. My own face stares back at me as my past self descends the staircase. But that's not the most disturbing part. Chadwick stands there, gazing up at him with that familiar expression of confusion.
