The house was unusually quiet.
While the others prepared for their journey, Azalea and Damien were busy sorting through supplies. Weapons, healing potions, food, protective charms, and several magical artifacts were scattered across the table.
Shelly sat quietly on the sofa.
She had been silent for several minutes.
Damien was carrying a bag toward the table when he suddenly stopped.
His eyes moved toward his mate.
Shelly hadn't moved.
Her hands rested loosely on her lap.
Her white eyes were wide open, staring at nothing.
Damien immediately dropped the bag.
"Shelly?"
There was no response.
He rushed toward her and knelt in front of her.
"Shelly."
Still nothing.
Azalea immediately looked over.
"What happened?"
"She's having a vision."
Azalea's expression changed. She hurried toward them.
Shelly's breathing remained slow and steady. Her white eyes didn't blink. She was somewhere else. Somewhere beyond the physical world.
And then the vision came.
