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Haunted by the fiery destruction of her pack, Selena possesses a dangerous gift: visions of the future that bring more questions than answers. Captured by the ruthless Alpha Kael of the Nightclaw Pack, she is thrust into a world of power struggles, betrayal, and mounting danger. As war looms and a sinister force rises, Selena must decide whether to embrace her abilities and fight for a pack that doesn't fully trust her-or flee before her visions doom them all.
Chapter 1
Nov 19, 2025
Music and laughter echoed through the trees as wolves danced and shared stories around a roaring bonfire.
Freya stood at the edge of the gathering, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
“Why are you standing there like a ghost, Freya?” her younger brother, Eric, teased as he walked past her with a plate full of roasted meat. “Waiting for another vision of doom to ruin the night?”
Freya glared at him. “At least I wouldn’t eat myself sick like you always do.”
Eric laughed loudly, drawing the attention of a few nearby wolves. “Careful, or I might start believing you’ve got powers after all! What’s it going to be this time, Freya? The sky falling? Or maybe a pack of shadow wolves coming to steal our food?”
A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. Freya's cheeks burned, but she bit her tongue and turned away. She knew better than to argue.
“Leave her be, Eric,” a familiar voice said. It was their mother, her tone sharp and disapproving. But even as she approached, her expression softened into pity. “Freya, you don’t have to stand out here like an outcast. Come join the others.”
“I’m fine here,” Freya muttered.
Her mother sighed, brushing a strand of hair from Freya's face. “You know they don’t mean any harm. It’s just…well, your visions have never really—”
“Come true,” Freya finished bitterly. “I know, Mom. You don’t have to remind me.”
Her mother hesitated, then leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Just try to enjoy the night. Maybe…keep the visions to yourself, okay? No one wants to hear about them.”
Freya didn’t respond, but her jaw tightened. Her mother patted her shoulder awkwardly before walking away, leaving Freya alone again.
She tried to focus on the celebration, but the energy felt wrong tonight. A strange heaviness settled over her chest, making it hard to breathe. The laughter sounded too loud, the fire too bright. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm building inside her.
That’s when it hit.
A blinding flash of fire consumed her vision, and the world tilted violently. She stumbled, clutching her head as screams filled her ears.
Images of the clearing engulfed in flames played before her eyes: wolves running, choking on smoke, the air thick with ash and despair. The heat was suffocating.
“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Not again.”
When she opened her eyes, the clearing was as it had been—lively, untouched. But she could still feel the phantom heat of the flames on her skin.
Freya pushed her way into the crowd, her heart pounding. “Stop the fire!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “We have to leave—now!”
The music stopped abruptly as heads turned to stare at her. A few wolves exchanged amused looks, while others rolled their eyes.
“Freya, what are you talking about?” Alpha Ryker, the pack leader, stepped forward, his towering figure casting a shadow over her.
“It’s the fire!” Freya gasped, her eyes wild. “The fire is going to destroy everything! I saw it—everyone has to leave the clearing!”
A murmur spread through the crowd. Some looked concerned, but most just seemed irritated.
“Not this again,” one wolf muttered.
Alpha Ryker raised a hand, silencing the crowd. “Freya,” he said calmly, though his tone carried a warning edge, “this is a pack celebration. The fire is controlled, and we are safe. There’s no need to scare everyone with your—” he hesitated, searching for the right word, “predictions.”
“But it’s real!” Freya pleaded, her voice rising. “I saw it—the flames, the smoke. Everyone was—”
“Enough!” Ryker’s voice boomed, silencing her. “You’ve disrupted the pack’s peace enough times with your…visions. I won’t have you ruining this night too.”
“Please, Alpha, listen to me,” Freya begged, tears stinging her eyes. “You have to believe me this time.”
Ryker sighed heavily, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Go home, Freya. Before you embarrass yourself any further.”
Laughter erupted from the crowd, and Freya felt her heart shatter. She scanned the faces of her pack, hoping for even a glimmer of belief, but all she saw were smirks and scorn.
Defeated, she turned and fled into the forest, their laughter echoing behind her like a cruel melody.
“Why do I even try?” she whispered to herself when she reached the edge of forest river. “No one believes me. No one ever will.”
The wind howled through the trees, carrying the faint scent of smoke. Freya froze, her breath hitching.
She spun around, her eyes scanning the treetops. At first, she saw nothing. But then she spotted it—a thin plume of smoke rising into the night sky.
Her blood ran cold.
Without thinking, she bolted back toward the clearing, her legs burning with effort. She broke through the trees just in time to see the first spark leap from the bonfire and land on a nearby tent.
The fabric ignited instantly, and the flames spread like a hungry beast.
“Fire!” Freya screamed, her voice piercing the night. “The fire—it’s happening!”
This time, no one laughed. Panic erupted as wolves scrambled to put out the spreading flames, but it was too late.
The fire tore through the clearing, consuming everything in its path. Smoke choked the air, and the once-lively celebration dissolved into chaos.
Freya searched desperately for her family, but the smoke was too thick. She called out for her mother, her brother, anyone—but there was no answer.
“Freya!” a voice shouted through the chaos. She turned to see Eric running toward her, his face streaked with soot.
“Eric!” she cried, relief flooding her.
But before she could reach him, a burning tree collapsed between them, cutting him off from view.
“No!” Freya screamed, her voice breaking.
The heat was unbearable now, the flames closing in from all sides. Freya stumbled blindly through the smoke, her lungs burning.
She tripped over something—a fallen log? A body? She didn’t know. All she knew was the fire, the suffocating heat, and the terrible realization that this was her fault.
By the time the flames died down, the clearing was unrecognizable. Ash blanketed the ground, and the air was heavy with the scent of burnt wood and death.
Freya stood alone in the ruins, her body covered in soot and her heart hollow when she glanced around and couldn't find any of her family.

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