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I'd been having the dream for weeks now—the pack gathered in Asher's house, a man I knew was Asher and Simon's father saying words, words I couldn't hear. And then my voice saying, "I will go." I knew, in the way of dreams and visions, that I wasn't simply talking about going to the store, or going to talk to someone. I was leaving the pack, and it wasn't for a short trip.
When Connor, Asher and Simon's father, arrived at the homestead, I knew the time had come. Reality was different from my dream vision. The words I spoke were not the same. There are two types of visions: possible paths and prophecy. Or at least, that's how I separated them. I'd had no one to teach me anything about this cursed gift of mine. Visions of paths showed any one of a million possible realities, and
