Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes and feeling that faint, persistent pull of our blood connection, the strength I"d been clinging to crumbled completely. Fresh tears streamed down my face. I grabbed his arm like a lifeline, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Brother... I... I saw... a vision..." Jim"s expression instantly sobered. "A vision? What did you see?" I took a shuddering breath, forcing the horrifying images into words. "I saw... Mom... she... she killed Luke... with a silver dagger... right in front of me..." By the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably. Jim"s pupils contracted sharply, the color draining from his face. He understood the implications perfectly. Our mother"s hatred for werewolves was profound, bordering on madness. She was absolutely capable of such an act, especi
