Violet POV
"There's nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so." Aristotle didn't make a mistake when he said that.
No, Violet. You're hallucinating. Inhale. Exhale. This isn't real. None of this is real.
I try to tell myself. I try to convince myself. But this isn't a dream. This is my fate. This is reality staring down at me.
I'm at a loss for words as Adrian, Mason, and Reynold drive me back to the Valenwood mansion.
They had gone still, remaining silent when I told them about the vision I had just experienced.
Adrian didn't push further, though I could see it in his eyes-he had a lot of questions.
Within minutes, we arrive home. But of course, there's no rest.
I sit in the Pack House, facing my father, Alpha Valenwood himself, recounting the vision again. I'm f*****g new to
