THELMA

I stood in my wedding dress, watching reality die. The void expanded across the sky like spilled ink, but ink at least had substance. This was the opposite of substance. My Alpha senses screamed at me to look away, but I couldn't. I was transfixed by the horrible beauty of absolute nothingness.

"Thelma." Xavier's hand gripped my shoulder. "We need to move. Now."

He was right. Around us, the Unity Square celebration had dissolved into chaos. People ran in every direction, screaming. Some stood frozen, staring at the impossible tear in reality. A few had already fainted from the sheer wrongness of it.

I forced myself to focus. This...