Lycan’s POV
The vision didn’t fade the way it usually did. It lingered.
I stood still long after it should have ended, my breath measured, controlled but my pulse wasn’t. It thudded once, heavy, then again, sharper this time, like something inside me had shifted out of place.
That had never happened before.
Visions came and went. Fragments, distorted memories. Lies dressed as truth. I had learned not to trust them. Learned to treat them like echoes and nothing more.
But this felt different and real.
I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face as I forced my thoughts into order. The room around me came back into focus, stone walls, dim firelight, the faint scent of iron and ash clinging to the air.
But the image stayed.
Not just in my mind but in my body too.
I clenched my jaw.
