The healer stiffened, her lips parting as her body went rigid. Her eyes glowed white, the world around her fading into nothingness. She gasped as visions flooded her mind, overwhelming and consuming.
The first scene struck her with a violent force.
War.
The land was a field of c*****e. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the screams of the dying. Wolves in their beastly forms tore through enemies, claws raking, fangs ripping flesh apart. Steel clashed, arrows rained, and the ground was so saturated with blood that it gleamed under the pale moonlight.
Bodies littered the earth, the stench of death rising like smoke. Broken banners of the fallen pack fluttered weakly in the cold wind.
And there at the heart of the slaughter stood the Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.
Her go
