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DOM POV

I growl as a wave of unease passes over me. I look over at Taylor to find her still perfectly safe braiding Alessia's wild hair and stand up. Something isn't right and if it isn't my mate then it's my older sister that's in distress.

I slip out of the great room we like to use as our gathering place and head toward Cora's room. It's been over a week since she began receiving little snips of a vision that seems dark and I bet she is upset about something in relation to that.

I force myself not to link her just in case she is seeing something the creator is wanting her to see.

I sniff and listen at her ancient wooden door before pushing it open. Sure enough, my eyes find exactly what I expected. My sister is sitting on the floor crossed-legged and grimacing while clearing having a troublesome vision.

I close the thin piece of wood as softly as I can before sitting down in front of her. I wait patiently as her eyes flick around below her eyelids and a slight glow peeks