Chapter 72: Ripples Through Time

Lyra's POV

The world around us warps and bends as Xander and I hurtle through the timestream. Colors blur into a dizzying kaleidoscope, and I feel the weight of countless realities pressing in on us. Just when I think I can't take any more, we're spat out onto solid ground.

I gasp for air, my head spinning as I try to orient myself. We're back in the Shadowmoon Pack territory, but something feels... off. The air thrums with an unfamiliar energy, and the trees seem older, more gnarled than I remember.

"Xander," I whisper, reaching for his hand. "Is this... home?"

He squeezes my fingers, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I think so, but it's changed. We must have altered things more than we realized."

As we make our way towards the pack house, the differences become more apparent. The building itself is larger, grander, with intricate carvings that blend Fae and werewolf aesthetics. Pack members we pass give us respectful nods, but their eyes hold a wariness that sets me on edge.

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