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“We’ll talk when I get back, Seraphina,” he repeated, avoiding my question entirely. “Just give me your word that you won’t mention this to anyone.”
“We possess extraordinary abilities, Seraphina,” her voice resonated deep within my
consciousness.
“I suppose it’s time you finally learned the truth about why we gave you away and switched you with Roxanne when you were born.”
“What?” I managed to say.
His attempt to prepare me felt like a blow to my chest. My heart cracked a little more. Ready for anything meant even the unthinkable. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I forced them back stubbornly. I couldn’t let myself go down that dark path. I needed to shift the conversation before I completely fell apart.
My muscles tensed at the mention of that name. “Yes, he called. Just to mock me, naturally. He spent the whole time taunting me without giving me any real information.” The resentment in my voice was impossible to conceal.
“You did, but it’s fine,” I managed to say, fighting to keep my voice steady and hide how rattled I felt.
“I wanted to let you know I made it here safely. How are things there? Has Dorian contacted you yet?”
The abilities of a White Wolf Luna were incredible: healing through touch, controlling natural elements, communicating with all living creatures, possessing both foresight and the ability to see past events. The texts described a mystical bond with the moon itself, a rare and incredibly powerful bloodline.
“Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” his deep voice came through the speaker, immediately soothing my frayed nerves.
I steadied my breathing and recounted every detail I could pull from the fog of my splitting headache.
I looked up in shock to find my parents standing mixture of fear and intense curiosity.
“So it was all true,” a voice said above me.
Ver me, their faces showing a
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“I love you, Seraphina. I’ll be home before you know it.”
“I can’t bear to imagine our child being hurt.” The mere thought sent a wave of sickness through me, making my heart clench painfully.
My breath caught in my throat. “Extraordinary abilities?” My thoughts raced wildly. If I really could see past and future events, then maybe I could have a vision about our daughter’s location. A prophecy, a glimpse, anything that might lead me to her. “Can we try to find her? Can you make me dream about where she is?” Hope began building inside me.
My phone vibrated against the nightstand, startling me from my thoughts. I reached for it with trembling fingers. Julian’s name appeared on the screen, and relief flooded through me instantly.
I became so absorbed in the ancient writings that I didn’t notice their approach until it
was too late.
I pressed my palms against my closed eyes, desperate to erase the horrific images that continued to flash through my mind. The sense of overwhelming dread wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket. Whatever I had witnessed in that dream had drained me completely, leaving me shaken and confused.
Seraphina’s POV
The old building was quiet and peaceful, filled with the familiar smell of aging paper and forgotten knowledge. Usually the place was empty except for a single guard outside who simply bowed as I passed. I walked through the fiction section, past the history shelves, until I reached the area marked ‘Mythology and Folklore.’ My fingers traced along the spines as I searched. After some time, I finally found what I was looking for. Books about ancient wolf legends, lycanthrope folklore, and several very old, thick volumes that specifically discussed the ‘White Wolf.
“What’s happening to me? Why am I having these dreams?” I asked my wolf silently. The terror from my nightmare was slowly being replaced by a burning need for
answers.
“Alright, I promise,” I agreed, though uneasiness settled in my stomach. I knew he was hiding something significant. “How are Theo and Elena doing?”
When he finally spoke, his words were carefully controlled, almost neutral. “I’m not sure what to make of it either, Seraphina. We’ll discuss this when I return. But I need
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you to listen carefully: don’t tell anyone else about these dreams that show you glimpses of past and future events.”
I gathered an armful of texts, my heart beating with equal parts fear and anticipation. I found an isolated table in the most remote corner and opened the first book.
The nightmare still felt real. Too real. Every terrifying moment, every scream, every desperate cry for help seemed to have actually happened. My entire body ached as if I had lived through it myself instead of just dreaming it.
The room fell silent again, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet. It was heavy and oppressive, filled with unanswered questions. I collapsed back against my pillows, still gripping my phone.
“Theo is holding up well. Elena is fine too, so don’t worry.” I could tell he wanted to ask about his daughter as well.
Julian let out a long, tired sigh. “I understand you’re frightened and anxious, but I don’t think Dorian would mention our child to you if something terrible had already happened. He wants something from you, and the only way he can get it is by keeping our daughter alive.”
“I love you too,” I whispered as the call ended.
“Seraphina, sweetheart, I know this is incredibly difficult,” he said gently, though his tone carried an underlying steel. “But we need to be ready for whatever Dorian might
do.”
A long silence stretched between us. I could sense from his lack of response that he might understand what the dream meant, but he wasn’t sharing that knowledge with
“You can’t do this, especially not in a public place like this,” he said harshly. I was confused on multiple levels – I didn’t even know they were still here, and I had no idea what I had done wrong,
“Another vision?” His tone became sharp and focused. “Tell me everything you remember, Seraphina.”
My heart plummeted as that brief spark of hope died. But then a new determination took root within me. If I couldn’t command these visions, at least I could learn about
them. I needed to understand more about what we were. About the White Wolf.
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“I had another dream,” I said quickly, my voice strained. “It was exactly like the one about those children dying. The same crushing sadness, the same feeling of complete helplessness.”
My forehead creased with confusion. “If you don’t understand it either, then how do you know my dream was about the past or future?” I challenged him, sensing he was keeping something important from me.
“No, Seraphina,” she replied, her voice heavy with ancient sorrow. “I cannot control which vision you receive or when it comes to you. These glimpses appear when they’re meant to, not when we will them to happen.”
I threw back my blankets, ignoring the persistent throbbing in my skull. A cold shower barely helped my nerves, but it cleared my head enough to function. I dressed quickly with my mind already set on my destination and headed straight for the pack library.
Cold sweat soaked through my nightgown, making the fabric stick uncomfortably to my skin. My head pounded with a vicious headache that seemed to echo the wild rhythm of my racing heart. I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air like I had been drowning.
I sat there completely stunned by what the books claimed I could do. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I absorbed every piece of information. It was like reading about some legendary goddess, not about myself.
Instead of answering, my father grabbed the books right out of my hands and stared at me with eyes that seemed like they could burn a hole through me.
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