AYLA

I wake up to do my usual routine in the morning. I stretch and yawn. I sigh when I realize it's just another day. I get up, but I am met with a sharp stinging pain in my back. That was when I remember the events that only occurred last night. I look around the room and realize it wasn't the attic. I wasn't at Kendrick's house. I wasn't at his back. I was back at the Blood Moon Pack. I was back home. I just stood there for a moment and let this sink in. I guess being trapped for five years makes me question this. I am...