help me. Everyone else was either dead or fighting the Shadow Guards somewhere else.
The power wasn't trying to possess me like it had with other wolves. It was showing me things. Horrible, impossible things that hadn't happened yet.
Visions.
I tried to close my eyes, but it didn't matter. The pictures burned behind my eyelids anyway.
I saw Aria lying dead in a pool of blood, her mate bond to Lucien broken forever. I saw Kael standing over her body, his eyes sparkling with shadow magic. I saw Jaxon screaming as something dark and twisted crawled out of his chest.
"No," I whispered. "This isn't real."
But then the picture changed, and I saw something even worse.
I saw myself.
I was standing in the vampire queen's council room, but I looked different. Older. Scarred. My left arm was missing, and there was a strange mark burned into my scalp.
