The healer’s eyes rolled back, the silvery glow pulsing brighter as the vision pulled her deeper still. Her breath quickened, her body trembling, but the stream of images did not stop.
She saw shadows first. A forest cloaked in the pale light of the moon.
There… among the Blue Moon Pack moved a man. His steps were restless, his eyes forever darting to the Alpha’s seat with a hunger that could not be hidden. He smiled when spoken to, bowed when necessary, but in the corners of his gaze lived an unsated greed. His fingers always twitched when the royals passed, as though itching to seize something that could never be his.
Seryna, cloaked in her crow form, circled above him unseen. Her sharp eyes followed him, studied him, pierced into his very soul. And she knew.
He wanted power. The kin
