Kira felt her soul being dragged through a narrow tunnel of time, the wind howling in her ears until, suddenly, everything went still.
One second she was standing in Flora's sunlit cottage, the next, she was no longer twenty.
She was younger again, barely twelve, lying in her old bed back at Moonfang. Outside, a monster of a storm was devouring the sky. Rain hammered the roof like angry fists and lashed against the windowpanes like fingernails trying to get in. Thunder shook the very foundations of the pack house.
She was reliving one of her nightmares that has haunted her for years, whenever there was a storm. In her dreams, she always saw a man with his back turned to her, while she was tied up and fire almost consuming her. She had never gotten to see the face of that man, no matter how many times she'd had that nightmare.
She tried to turn over in her sleep, but she couldn't. Her limbs felt heavy, pinned down by a weight that shouldn't be there.
