Gilbert's POV

"ANGIE?! ANGIE?!"

I was standing in the middle of a vast meadow. The wind is blowing softly, where am I? I don't know, and I'm sure I'm looking for Angie.

"Hiro, where are we?"

"Hiro? Did you hear me?"

Damn! My wolf is somewhere. Is he mad at me for looking for Angie? Whatever.

I looked around, there were no trees and nothing—just a vast expanse of grass with bright sunlight. Even so, I didn't feel the heat. The air was ...