Elias's POV
Twenty Years Ago.
The Sight is not a gift. It is a fever that boils your brain from the inside out.
I was six years old, huddled in the claustrophobic darkness of the palace ventilation shafts, clutching my head as the visions tore through my skull. My nose was bleeding freely, dripping warm crimson onto my knees.
Outside the palace, the world was ending. Kaelin’s forces had breached the outer walls. The screams of our pack members being slaughtered by rebel wolves echoed through the stone corridors, mixing with the horrific smell of burning fur and copper.
But the screams in my head were worse.
The future was a fractured mirror, spinning out of control. I saw a hundred different timelines, a hundred different ways the Blackwood Pack died tonight. But the most terrifying
