Why?

''Talk to me, are you hurt?''

Charlotte tears flowed freely as they came. The woman holding her hands looked frightened, but it wasn't just her— every pair of eyes in the area fixed on Charlotte, a mix of horror and concern etched on their faces.

The nerves strewn across her hands were restless and the sickening feeling of dying only to end up in a world without Ree-ree by her side scared her more than anything else. This world had other beings, and it was nowhere like the world she wanted to be. Fear had a vice grip around her heart. She withdrew her hands from the woman's loving touch to back away from the human–wolf—shape-shifters.

''Ree-ree?'' She whispered, her breath curling into the cold air like faint tendrils of smoke. The silence she got made the tears stream down her cheeks like a broken damn. Her hands flew to her chest at the amount of fear that rose all the way to her throat—choking her.

A world full of monsters in different forms, shapes, and sizes but nothing without her Ree-ree?

This was starting to look more like Hell than the great afterlife!

Her dramatic emotional breakdown was observed by her new family of werewolves who stared at her in both confusion and concern.

Evangeline rarely cries. She was stronger than that.

There was a time when she was just a pup and got lost in a forest filled with rogue wolves and confronting them resulted in her getting beaten up mercilessly by the rogue wolves and almost dying before help arrived.

During the dark phase of healing from those multiple scars—she never cried or showed that she was in pain. She'd always wanted to act strong, and she succeeded in it all through her life until this point.

Her sudden breakdown was overwhelming—she clung tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, muttering incoherent words, and desperately pleading for someone to move something, just to prove she wasn't alone.

The scariest thing about all of this was if Ree-ree returned to be by her side in the world she'd just died from and realized she was no more, how was he going to know that she has been magically transported to this world at the point of death?

If he eventually began to look for her in every other world apart from the world she'd just died from.

Charlotte stared down at her new body in a tormented wail.

How was he going to know that this was her now and be confident enough to stick to her side?

The thought had her mind swirling like a whirlwind. It made her dizzy as well as nauseous.

She hated that she wasn't given a choice in where she wanted to spend the rest of her eternity.

A heartbreaking cry tore from her chest, and a suffocating wave of despair made her feel like she was dying all over again.

Will all these mean I will never get to talk to Ree-ree again?

The thought scared her more than having to close your two eyes and be met with complete darkness.

Why was I brought to this world—oh god?

She sobbed.

The sound of paws crunching against snow made the hair at the back of her neck stand.

Everyone stood behind as this was the first time they've ever seen their little princess cry like that. Even her mother was confused as to how to provide comfort to her little wolf.

Charlotte's glossy, frightened eyes locked onto the massive black wolf before her. Its gaze, soft and strangely tender, carried a warmth she never believed could exist—let alone be meant for her.

The frigid air around them grew stronger and surprisingly none of them were affected by the storm it brought just like her. It was like their skin was built naturally to endure this harsh habitat. It was crazy as well as cool.

The woman who had been the most compassionate to her, knelt beside her with her arms around her shoulder, pulling her towards herself.

''Evangeline, love?''

Charlotte responded to that name she had been called since she spawned in this bizarre world. It was like they never knew she once existed as Charlotte or did they already give her a new name and life in this universe?

She stared at the flawless pale face of the woman who had already made it obvious that they were related and they both shared a unique bond she failed to form in her previous life. She realized that she looked so similar to this woman—like she was spat out from her mouth.

She and Miranda don't resemble each other when it comes to physical attributes. But her father said they both had the same mental illness called…

The name of the illness was too long as well as difficult to pronounce.

''Your Father says it is time to take you back home.''

It felt like every single nerve fiber in her making stiffened in response to the word father. Charlotte turned her head towards the big black wolf that was still laying on the white snow and looking so unbothered.

''When we get home we will be talking about what happened to you, okay?''

She didn't know it was possible for a mother to speak so sweetly to a child until she met this female wolf.

''We are not going to ask you to shift back to your wolf form—''

My. my. My…wolf form?

Charlotte blinked like she wasn't getting this right and clear.

Well, should it be surprising that of all things to be reborn as in this bizarre afterlife was to be a shape-shifter?

Not an angel or a seraphim with a golden ring floating above her head.

A shape-shifter.

Charlotte didn't know how to respond to that. She was lifted from the harsh feel of the snow to her feet by this woman. The rest of her words faded in her like a soft background voice as her eyes remained fixed on those creepy tall trees not too far from where they were.

The feel of this wolf's welcoming fur against her skin as she was made to sit on its back brought her out from wherever she vanished to. It was so soft that it begged her to completely lie on it.

She fisted her hands on some of it when the large wolf began to rise and howl loudly to the full moon. The echo of other howls was not enough to wash away the feeling of being watched closely in-between the tall dark trees ahead.