Chapter Twenty-One

Payton

I opened my eyes to complete darkness, my back pressed against unfamiliar softness. My vision was more human than it was werewolf, it wasn't just my sight, all my senses felt untrained and unused. A dark dream is considered a bad omen to witches and warlocks alike. I was considered the first of many bad things to come to either you are the people around you. There was a faint whisper of my name that caught my attention. Faint but filled with desperation and that was what caught my attention. The voice wasn't distinguished but in a place like this it could be one of two things and I was hoping it was a premonition of what was coming.

The call came again, this time louder the desperation again reaching out to me. I slowly to my feet, finding bearings if this was indeed a premonition I did not want to disturb the flow of magic.

A bolt of lightning struck the darkness and with it came the disparate call of my name.

"Nickolai."