CHAPTER SEVENTY -FOUR
The forest is eerily silent in the aftermath of the battle, save for the heavy breathing of my packmates and the rustle of leaves underfoot as they move about, inspecting the damage. My heart still races with the leftover adrenaline, but it's not fear that electrifies the air—it's awe.
"Did you see that?" Jordan approaches with wide eyes, his gaze flickering between me and the spot where I'd predicted the enemy would emerge. "Bella, you saved us."
I can barely process his words. My mind is a haze of images and emotions, fragments of futures that had spilled into my consciousness moments before the fight. It was like watching shadows dance on the wall, each movement whispering secrets only I could understand.
"Is it true, Bella?" Another voice chimes in, and soon,
