I try to pull out my name, but it doesn't come. I think harder, but it's hopeless. And then I find it: embroidered in neat, red lettering across the left chest of my shirt: DAMIAN. "Damian?" I ask the room and wait for its answer. The name looks up at me with stitched deliberateness, but it's as foreign as the stark whiteness around me. "Damian?" I run fingers over its fibers, and repeat. It's a stranger's name on my lips. In the face of imminent death, Damian is somehow alive. Clad in white cotton, he's the haunting image of a world he doesn't remember. But he will. Soon. His mom's there, and she promises clarity and safety with The Light. She promises they'll emerge to remake a world that's been lost. But her power over them all is unnerving, and when her plan for the Alpha becomes clear, Damian must decide between what's filling his head and a heart that beats something else.