Chapter 49

~Wren~

As we flitted home, an uneasy feeling settled into my new body. Everything felt simultaneously familiar and foreign—every movement, every sensation a strange combination of Drex's perfect memory and my own disjointed awareness. He had remembered every curve, every hollow, every line of my form and recreated it flawlessly, as if molding me back into existence from the fabric of his love. Yet, it was not truly me—not the me I had once been.

That strange unease eased as the familiar sight of our home came into view. The walls, the windows, the glow of the faint lamps—all of it welcomed me back as though I had never left. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that everything was exactly as it should be. My chest swelled with an overwhelming longing for one thing—Rowen, my daughter. The child I had only held once before being ripped away. That loss would never happen again.