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“Give her your hand,” Brooke urges, beaming up at him.

He shrugs, tossing his jacket on the surface of the desk beside me and stepping closer, offering me his hand. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”

I smile, taking his large hand between mine, letting my eyes slide closed. I repeat the same process I used with Brooke and Quinn, reaching out for something, anything. And to my surprise, it comes quicker this time; goosebumps break out over my skin and I feel a sensation that’s growing familiar, the whoosh of a vision hitting me.

Sadness. It isn’t as overwhelming as it was in Quinn’s vision, but it’s there; I feel it all around me. I’m in a packhouse and people are filtering in and out. There’s a casket, but it doesn’t look quite the same… something is off about this vision as compared to the last. I look to my right, and I see why. It’s Theo, but he isn’t a pre-teen; he looks about the same age as he is now. His head is bowed, his lips set in a frown.

The images around me get blurrier as the vision dissolves away and I’m brought back to the present, blinking at Theo, trying to make sense of what I just saw.

“Well?” Quinn asks, nudging me.

“I…” my voice trails off as I search for the words. Could this have been a vision of the future? I drop Theo’s hands, drawing my own back to my lap and wringing them. “A funeral…”

Quinn sighs sadly, looking over at Theo. “Mom’s funeral. That’s what she saw for me, too.”

I don’t correct her. I don’t know how to because I didn’t see who died. And the last thing I want to do before a battle is drop the vision of an ominous funeral scene on them.

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, gnawing on it nervously. “Can I try again?” I ask, flicking my eyes up to Theo’s. Maybe if I try again, I’ll be able to get a glimpse of the person in the coffin. Maybe I’ll be able to warn them or prevent it somehow…

“Sure,” Theo shrugs. He extends his hand again and I take it, pressing my eyes closed tightly. Focusing in, reaching back into the recesses of his subconscious.

And I’m back in. With each successive vision, the way it hits me is a little less disarming. I still feel the whoosh, but it’s not like it’s knocking me off of my feet- instead, it’s more like it’s fading in. I quickly realize that it isn’t the same vision as before; I’m not back at that funeral. I’m not at a packhouse at all, I’m standing outside, the sun warming my skin. I can smell the scent of spring blooms in the air and hear the sound of gentle music playing. There’s a huge crowd gathered, and Theo is standing on a raised platform at the center, looking off into the distance.

A wave of happiness hits me so strong that I feel like my heart could burst- and then I see Brooke. She’s wearing a beautiful chiffon gown that drifts on the breeze behind her as she walks toward Theo, the crowd parting for her. I’ve seen a scene like this before; it’s a Luna ceremony. It’s like a royal wedding for us shifters, a way to honor the pack’s new Luna and seal her to the pack. Brooke looks stunning as she approaches Theo, and I’ve never seen either of them so happy.

Slowly, the vision dissolves away. I draw a shaky breath, tears springing to my eyes as the people in front of me come back into focus. I look from Theo to Brooke and back again, dropping his hand.

“What did you see?” Brooke asks, leaning forward. She reaches out for Theo, her brows drawn together in concern.

“It was the future,” I breathe, swiping a tear from my cheek. I giggle, and I probably look like an insane person laughing and crying at the same time. “It was your Luna ceremony, Brooke. It was so beautiful.”

A wide grin spreads across Theo’s face and he turns to his mate, reaching down to pluck her out of her chair and drawing her into his chest. “Of course it was,” he murmurs into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head. “Only the best for my queen.”

Brooke pulls back, looping her arms around Theo’s neck and smiling up at him adoringly. As I watch the two of them together, I can’t help but smile, too. Their happiness is contagious.

“Ugh, get a room,” Quinn groans, rolling her eyes.

Okay, maybe it’s not contagious toeveryone.

Quinn looks back to me, obviously trying to ignore her brother and friend who are now basically making out right beside us.

“So you can see the future,” she muses, bringing a finger to her chin. “What about the shadow pack? Do you think you could see something about them, or the outcome of the battle in Denver?”

I shrug, blowing out a breath. “Not sure. So far I haven’t been able to pick and choose what I see. But maybe with practice…”

“You could be like our secret weapon,” she suggests, waggling her eyebrows. “Damn, that’s so cool. I wish I had psychic powers.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. I don’t resent my gift, but it’s definitely both a blessing and a curse. I’ve always been looked at as being ‘different’. Some of my own pack members have shied away from me, afraid of what they don’t understand. And now with the addition of the visions, I have a feeling it’s going to come with some serious strings. That I’m going to see some things I wish I hadn’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Brock

“You good to go?” I ask, twirling the keys to the Escalade on a finger. I had to come back to the complex this afternoon for a meeting with squad leadership, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and hang around for a bit afterwards to give Astrid a ride home.

She looks up at me as she walks out of the IT hub with Quinn and Brooke, surprise playing on her features when she sees me. “Oh, yeah!” she smiles cheerfully. “I didn’t know you’d be around today, I’d already talked Quinn into giving me a lift.” She turns to Quinn, nudging her with an elbow. “Guess you’re off the hook.”

Quinn sweeps her long brown hair over a shoulder, eyeing me with interest. “Good thing you just happened to be here, huh?” she comments, her lips pulling into a smirk.