CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Heart pounding, I pace the length of the dusty storeroom that has become my sanctuary whenever the visions take hold. It's musty and cramped, but it's the only place I can be alone, the only place where the whispers of the future brush against my consciousness without reservation. Erick's absence is a gaping void in the pack's unity, and in my chest—a constant ache that flares with each step I take.
The scent of aged wood and dried herbs tickles my nose, familiar and oddly comforting, even as the tendrils of an impending vision tighten around my thoughts. They come unbidden, these flashes of what may come, and this time, the intensity of it leaves me gasping, clawing at the rough wooden shelf for support.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the onslaught to pass, but it cr
