chapter 5

[Winston]

    When I closed my eyes for a second, I felt the world spin. I knew it was a vision. The foretelling had given me the words ‘sealing partner’ earlier. It had to be important. Now we knew female demons were able to smell things males couldn’t, but that wasn’t all fate wanted to show me.

    I saw Madison in the arms of a large, muscular man who looked like Will. He gazed at her like she was everything amazing and wonderful in the world. She mirrored his look. They were murmuring intimately as they kissed and cuddled. It was something happy from the past. It reminded me of my life with Valeska before I was taken.

    Madison was more than heartbroken. That was her mate, not just her boyfriend. I could feel it.

    When a t-shirt and sweatpants flew into my face, I was startled back into the present. I pulled on the shirt and struggled into the pants while thinking about it. Earlier, when I’d been showering, I’d seen a man saying he still loved her to another person.

    The vision was partially obscured and I couldn’t see who he was talking to, but I knew the man from my first vision was the man from this recent one. Once I found out that Will was the Ulric’s cousin, I knew that was the Ulric in my vision.

    One of the problems with living as a seer, was that I had to deal with two types of visions. The first was a literal vision, wherein I’d see the past, present, or future. There might be obscurities, things that block me from seeing precisely who’s involved, but on the whole, they were exact.

    Abstract visions were the other kind. Those are the vague visions that made it hard for people to take me seriously. The visions that got me to the harem were the abstract kind.

                -- Vision One Week Before --

    A battle stretched below me as I floated over the landscape. A giant silver wolf with a black saddle mark standing on a hilltop, the nearest hilltop had a woman with horns, black feathered wings, a tail, and some brutal looking fangs and claws, behind them was a sea of supernaturals, and in front of them were a mob of faceless giant beasts. There were broken, bloody bodies between the two sides.

    It seemed to be straight forward, but as I thought of it, the wolf and demon were both bleeding from the chest. Her tail was dancing in anger, his lips drawn back in a vicious snarl, but they never looked at each other. They were the leaders who would be first into the fray.

    She fought with the sort of violent determination I would expect from a demon. A grin sat on her face as she sliced through enemies. The wolf used his sharp teeth and claws to rend flesh. He was fast for his size, dodging attacks with grace. The perfect union of generals leading their people.

                -- End Vision --

    I didn’t see the end of the battle. The guards never let me sleep for more than a couple hours and my visions would often start late into my sleep cycle unless they happened when I was awake. I worried they would actually lose.

    This fight had taken so much from so many. Even the leaders were fighting injured. They needed support instead of wary wolves and people doubting them.

    I was still tired and weak, but wanted to be the one to work by her side. She knew my mate. She saved us from the horror our lives had been. Nothing short of her stabbing me while standing nose to nose, would make me doubt her.