I look at her again and she glares back like she’s annoyed.
Are you trying to communicate with me?I wonder, utterly confused by this vision. Because it doesn’t really feel like a vision so much as areal.
I start to shake my head, trying to clear it, but as I do I catch sight of Grey.
Grey.
My lips part. “Grey!”
He’s unconscious by the glass, a bullet hole in his head.
He can’t die.
He’s… he’s immortal.
But… but he looks very dead.
What happened? Has this happened? Will this happen? I don’t…
Nikiski raises her hands, drawing me back to her, and holds up seven fingers before tapping her wrist.
She’s still staring straight at me as her hand turns into an O shape. I frown as she touches her cheek and then her ear.
I don’t understand.
She does it again.
Seven.
Wrist.
O shape from cheek to ear.
Then everything goes dark and I wake up on the floor of the cabin, looking at the ceiling above.
That symbol clearly means something, along with the number seven.
Seven o’clock?I wonder.Seven hours?
And what does the other…?
My stomach churns again, reminding me of my approaching heat just as that howl echoes outside once more.
It’s getting closer.
Theyare getting closer.
Visions of savage Alphas filter through my thoughts, these fresh images, not ones from my past.
Because my future has been rewritten.
I’m on a new path now.
A worse one.
Because those Alphas are destined to rape me in the same bed I shared with Grey.
I palm my belly, tears prickling my eyes.
