Page 115 of Drown My Sorrow

I’m getting really tired of whatever these visions are. Luckily, I don’t think anyone else noticed my distraction.

I ease away from them. The wave didn’t feel like a wave. It felt like fear. What is that?

My fingers itch, and I want to get my cards out and paint. I make a decision to follow the impulse and pull out my materials out of my bag and start working, while the pack continues discussing our living situation.

I don’t know how long passes when I look down at the three cards I’ve painted.

Past.

Present.

Future.

I don’t know if I have the Sight like I tell my clients or if I simply can read micro expressions really well. I think a lot of things are coincidence.

But there have been things I can’t explain. Like the Daane card.

Like these.

The first card shows the land meeting the sea. The word that chose the card was ‘divide’.

I study it with interest, recognising that it represents more than just the pack. The divide in ourselves, the parts of us we are not at peace with yet.

I turn it over and pick up the second card. There’s a spotlight on a china doll with a tsunami coming towards her in the background.

The word is ‘hunted’.

It sends chills up and down my spine. Hunted? From what? It’s a card of great danger and darkness. When I look at it, I feel afraid.

I turn the card over and pick up the third.

There’s a king of ice, a king of fire, and a crown upon death’s cowl. In front is a man with Kelly’s eyes but dark hair. He’s got tattoos on this fingers, and he’s holding the hand of a woman with the moon held to her chest.

The word chills me.

Dread.

I feel the importance of something that could affect us all hanging in the balance. The world seems suddenly huge, and I feel all the connections, all the intricate threads, and then, just as quickly, it’s gone, and I’m left shaken.

I sense someone coming close behind me and find Ezy there, curiously looking down at the cards.

“Do they mean anything?”

“I honestly don’t know. Sometimes things happen that could mean…” I trial off and shake my head, remembering Kelly’s outburst. I don’t want this alpha to think I’m crazy.

“I believe there are things in this world that don’t make sense,” Ezy says as if he can sense my sudden nerves.

I glance at him as he moves to sit down beside me. Everything in me goes still and alert.

“My grandpa believed in psychics and messages. Ghosts, too. I believe there is something. I’m not sure what, but there is something.”

I exhale and decide to take a risk. If he runs screaming, then he’s not the alpha for me.

“After I almost died, I started having these flashes of not the future but feelings. When I started painting, I could sometimes give someone a card or a stone because it felt right. People would come back and tell me it helped them.”

“And these cards?” Ezy spreads his fingers across the cards.

I touch the first card. The past. “This is us. We were divided not just in where we were but also our spiritual selves were broken. It’s not a negative card but one of warning and hope.”

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