Page 66 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
That’s easier said than done, and for minutes I have to battle it out with my lycan to have the upper hand. Regis is not happy to have to succumb to me, he is a very dominant lycan and whenever there is danger or tension around us, he tries to push forward and take control. However, I manage to fight him back this time and keep the upper hand, probably because he is tired from this whole ordeal.
“Now look at me,” Samuel says. “Don’t be scared and allow it to happen. Tell me, what do you see?”
“You,” I say. “But around you there are all kinds of… images. Like a movie or, rather, a glimpse of a movie. Better even; a lot of glimpses of many movies. It’s like a flowchart. There are several main images, and each of them has their own branch of threads and further images.”
“Interesting,” Samuel muses. “Tell me about one of these movies.”
“Well, there is a recurring one,” I say. “You are talking to Beta Oliver.”
Samuel looks surprised. “That’s weirdly random. I had a meeting with him yesterday.”
“But you are wearing different clothes today,” I mutter. “And in that image, I see you are wearing today’s clothes.”
“I… I have a meeting scheduled with him for later,” he says.
I focus on the image of his talk with Oliver, noting how it branches out to different possibilities. One has Oliver talking to our guards, changing their schedules. One of the men isn’t there because his mate is in labor. Instead, one of the elites spontaneously takes his shift. I follow the thread, noticing how said elite heads away from his duty. I know this man; he is around my father’s age and a loyal pack member. What’s he doing? I follow his thread further. It leads him out of the pack and down the road which leads to town, where he finds his teenage daughter. Her clothes are torn, and it looks like she was assaulted or beaten up.
What is this?
I tear my gaze away and focus on Samuel’s talk with Oliver again, this time seeking out a different thread. Oliver doesn’t change the schedule of the guards, but the other warrior misses the birth of his child.
“Uncle Samuel,” I say, my heart beating faster. If I’m understanding this correctly, then- “You are going to talk about the schedules for the guards today, am I right?”
“Yes, how did you know that?”
“Clive,” I mutter. “He is one of our elites. He-“ I want to tell him that his daughter is going to get hurt, but something stops me, like a blockade that prevents me from talking. I can’t openly say what I am seeing!? How fucked up is that? I groan in annoyance.
“What is going on?” Samuel urges. “You are worrying me.”
“I am thinking,” I mutter. “Okay, how about this? Clive is not to be scheduled for tonight.”
“What?” Samuel blinks. “But we are short on guards tonight, and he is one of our best warriors.”
“That doesn’t matter.” I sit up, my eyes pinned on the images that swirl around in my mind now. It seems like they aren’t attached to Samuel’s body anymore, instead I only need to think of Samuel and touch on several possibilities to see them.
I shortly gaze at one of the nurses, when she enters my room, and for a moment it seems like the images want to push into my mind again, but this time I can block them.
I got the hang of it,Regis says.It’s just in our mind. I can block these images from flooding us.
Good job,I say.
But it’s on you to interpret and analyze what you are seeing,he grumbles.
Well, we are a team,I remind him.You help with my mental blocks, and I pick what we can see and try to read and analyze it.
“Elden?” Samuel asks.
“Sorry, I was discussing this whole issue with my lycan,” I explain. “I think we have more control over the situation now.” Ilook at him insistently. “Clive cannot be on guard today. Choose someone else.”
“Alright,” Samuel says. “You are the future alpha. It’s your call.”
I hold my breath, closing my eyes and focusing on Samuel again. I realize that there is a new branch opening up. One in which Clive makes it to his daughter in time and catches three teenage boys harassing her. The other warrior makes it in time to the birth of his child too.
“Fuck a duck,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” Samuel frowns, sounding scandalized.
“I think I can look into the future,” I say.
