Chapter 105 The Vision That Haunt

• Bobby stood in a meadow that existed nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. Silver grass rippled beneath bare feet, stretching toward a horizon that blurred between reality and dream. Moonlight painted everything in shades of pearl and shadow, beautiful and terrible in equal measure.
• Her hand drifted instinctively to her stomach. The baby pulsed with gentle warmth, safe and protected despite everything. Relief flooded through her—whatever else happened, their child survived.
• Movement in the distance caught her attention. A figure kneeling, shoulders bowed beneath a weight too heavy for any single wolf to carry. Recognition slammed through Bobby with devastating force.