Author’s POVHenry stood ankle-deep in water.The lake was small and shallow, the surface barely disturbed except for the faint ripples spreading out from where he stood. The water was cold enough to bite, but not enough to hurt. Pale reeds ringed the edges, bending slightly as though moved by a breeze Henry couldn’t feel. Beyond them, the world faded into a soft, colorless haze—no trees, no mountains, no sky he recognized. Just water and silence.Confusion settled into him slowly, like fog.Where was he?He turned in a slow circle, scanning the unfamiliar place. Nothing about this lake belonged to his pack lands. He knew every stream, every river bend, every marsh and hollow under his authority. He had walked them, bled on them, claimed them. This place was not his.Had he traveled again?The thought made no sense. He didn’t remember leaving. He didn’t remember arriving. One moment he had been asleep—hadn’t he?—and now he was here, boots submerged, trousers darkening with water.The
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