WILLOW'S POV.
The burial ended quietly, leaving behind only the sound of footsteps fading into the distance. Everyone was too wrapped in grief and confusion about the stranger, Damon, to say much. I walked back to the guest quarters alone.
We were already told there wouldn’t be any training today. The entire pack was in mourning.
As I walked, a sudden flash of light exploded behind my eyes. My step faltered, and I froze in place. My heart jumped. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Then, just as quickly, the vision was gone.
I drew in a deep breath and forced myself to keep walking. But before I could take more than two steps, another flash hit me. This one was stronger. It felt like lightning cutting through darkness. I staggered slightly, pressing a hand against my eyelids.
“Not again
