An old friend
I froze as her words sent ice cold chills through my veins. "Who? Who will die?" I pleaded with her to tell me. "That, I do not see. My visions change as people change their course of action. Nothing I see is set it stone." she explained to me, but the look on her face told me there was something more she knew that she wasn't telling me. "What can I do to prevent this?" I asked hoping she could at least answer me this. "You above everyone else must survive. With your death is the end of all of your kind, the entire fae population, every species will eventually be wiped out, drained of their power and their magic." I eyed my mates out of the corner or my eye and Brecclan looked at me crossing his arms. He knew by the look on my face I already knew this, and he was angry. "How co
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