Daxton’s p.o.v. I am standing on the landing of the Gamma floor, looking down at Pack-members walking in and out of the Pack-house. I shake my head because something tells me that I shouldn’t be here. I pay closer attention to the Pack-members walking around and I see women who no longer live in our territory, I see children running around who are no longer children. How is this even possible? Why am I reliving the past? My mind is spinning with all the questions I have at the moment and something tells me that I will have more questions before I will start to get answers. “Hello, Darius.” I hear someone say behind me and when I turn around to respond, I see myself walking down the stairs. Seeing myself isn’t the only thing that shocks me; it is Sage standing behind me, looking up at my past self. Like many Pack-members, she was never able to tell us apart and we never corrected her, unless someone else corrected her when they heard her call us by the wrong name. “Sage.” He says this as he walks past her and she follows him down the stairs with me right behind them. If I am not mistaken, this is the night I can’t seem to remember. Maybe if I stick close to them, I will find out the truth about what really happened that night.My younger self sits down at the Alpha table and with Sage being a High-ranked guest, she sits down next to him. It takes me a few seconds to realize that no one can see me and I walk closer to the table to see what will happen, because this is as far as my memories have ever taken me. “Why don’t I get our plates?” Sage asks as she gets up and like every other time, she gets no response. However, she goes to the kitchen to get their dinner anyway. I see myself looking at the plate she places in front of us and my younger self lowers his head to smell the food. “Silly, that is seasoning.” Sage says while pointing at the same greens on her plate, but the look on his face tells me that it doesn’t smell like something we are familiar with. I look at the herbs to see if I have ever seen them before. I watch them as they eat their dinner, Sage speaking every now and then, never getting a response from my younger self. She is relentless though and stays seated at the table, even after she has finished her dinner. My younger self skips dessert and even though I want to follow him, my feet refuse to move. I am unable to move until Sage passes me and I think I need to follow her instead of myself. No matter how illogical that is to me. Sage slowly walks up the stairs and I can see my younger self stagger on his way up to the Alpha floor. She speeds up after my younger self has opened the door to the Alpha floor, stopping the door from falling into the lock.She slowly pushes the door open and I see her hand slide into her purse, pulling out a syringe. I try to warn my younger self, but no sound comes from my mouth. Apparently, I am not allowed to warn my younger self about what is about to happen. I see my younger self turn around the moment the syringe gets plunged into his neck and she quickly pushes the plunger down, emptying the contents of the syringe into his bloodstream. “Night, night. By morning, Preston will be mine and you can’t stop me, Daxton.” Sage says and I see my younger self collapse on the floor. She pushes him on his back before she sits down on the bed. I watch the clock hands spin around fast, hour after hour passing. Sage keeps looking at the clock and the more time passes, the more impatient she becomes. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and it takes her a few minutes to grab it. She looks at it for a moment and then grabs my hand, testing every finger to unlock my phone until she succeeds. I look over her shoulder as she reads the message from Preston, explaining that they won’t be coming home until the early morning hours. She picks up her own phone, and at first, I can’t believe the name in her contact list is my Mother. I listen to their conversation with growing anger towards my Mother. She knew what was going on and what really happened and kept her mouth shut. “Sage, don’t worry. Give the other dose to Daxton and I will take care of the rest.” I hear my Mother say. “Just make sure that someone sees you leaving the Alpha floor and make sure you look less than perfect.” I see Sage get her purse from the nightstand and she pulls out another syringe, probably filled with the same stuff she already injected into my younger self. I know there is nothing I can do, so I just watch as she pushes the syringe into his neck and pushes the plunger down. Maybe Doc can tell me what she used when I tell him about my dream; maybe Dallas can help me figure this out and for a moment, I forget the anger I feel inside of me. “I am sorry, Daxton. I am sorry for involving you, but this was supposed to be my way to a title I could never have otherwise. Both my connections were Warriors and I could never settle for that, so I rejected them. Unfortunately, it means I will never find another connection and that means tricking an Alpha into mating with me.” Sage mumbles. The front door opens and closes around six in the morning, but Sage stays seated on the bed and I wonder what she is waiting for. The front door opens again around seven thirty in the morning and I hear a voice I have heard often in my life, our Gamma. Probably here to get the Alpha for training; they would take over if Preston and Rayden couldn’t make it in the past. I hear the voices fade, but before the front door closes completely, Sage runs out of the bedroom and I automatically follow her. She runs straight into the Alpha’s chest and she is sobbing uncontrollably, incoherent words coming from her mouth. As I follow them down the stairs, my surroundings start to fade and I start to scream No as loud as I can.“Daxton, it’s okay. I am right here; just open your eyes.” I hear next to my ear and it takes me a second to realize that I am hearing Dallas’ voice. I open my eyes to look at the worried faces of my Brother and our Mate.