CHAPTER SEVENTY: THE MEMORY VISION

Two days before the blood moon, I found myself unable to sleep.

Kieran hadn't returned to our room—through the mate bond, I could sense him running through the forest in his wolf form, working out his rage and fear through physical exhaustion.

I understood his fear.

I shared it.

But I couldn't let that fear stop me from doing what needed to be done.

Restless, I went down to the pack archives where we'd stored all of Theodore's records and Damien's belongings from the hunting lodge.

Maybe there was something we'd missed, some weakness in his plan that I could exploit.

I was going through Damien's notes when my hand brushed against something that made my power flare—a small leather pouch containing what looked like personal items. Souvenirs from his victims.

Among them was a lock of Seraphina's hair.

The moment I touched it, my vision blurred and I was pulled into a memory—not mine, but hers.

My touch-vision ability activating more powerfully than it ever had before.

I was Seraphin