Chapter 30 A Vision Only I Can See
Evra’s POV
That touch was supposed to be brief.
Just a formal handshake for an introduction. Nothing more.
But the moment my skin made contact with Kael Thornridge’s hand, the world around me collapsed without warning, without anything I could do to stop it.
Not darkness. Not empty shadows, even though my eyes were still open.
But… whatever I had been seeing before was replaced by something else entirely.
I was standing in the middle of an open field.
The ground was cracked. Dry. Not completely dead, but it had clearly been barren for a long time. The smell of what should’ve been damp soil had turned into dust that stung my nose.
In front of me… a massive castle stood tall.
Black stone. Towering. Surrounded by iron fences, some of them already bent out of shape. The pack’s flag fluttered weakly above it.
Black Hollow.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
The crowd.
Hundreds.
No… more.
They stood in front of the castle gates. Faces that should’ve been loyal to their Alpha… now filled with anger.
And their voices weren’t held back.
“Open the gate!”
“We can’t eat promises!”
“You sold our land! What else are you going to take?!”
I wasn’t just seeing it. I could feel it too.
The hunger of the pack members. The tension. The frustration that had been building for far too long.
This wasn’t just a moment of anger. This was the result of something that had been left to rot.
“This resource crisis will never end if you keep hiding like this, Alpha!”
“Why did you sell our hunting grounds and leave us with almost nothing?!”
Sold territory?
This is insane.
Food supplies weren’t enough. And worse… the pack members had lost trust in the castle and its leadership.
The warriors stood on the walls. Far fewer in number.
I could see the hesitation in their eyes.
The ones shouting out here weren’t enemies. They were their own family.
But the moment the first stone was thrown by one of the pack members, everything broke. The riot became inevitable, and it happened within seconds.
The gates shook. Shouts turned into howls. Bodies shoved, fists collided.
The warriors tried to hold them back. But failed.
There were too many.
And when the gates finally broke open, I knew there was no stopping this.
Then suddenly, I shifted. To another side.
I stood within the crowd.
And that’s when I saw something that didn’t fit this scene.
Some of the people in the crowd weren’t part of the pack. Their movements were different. More trained. More precise. Their eyes weren’t filled with the same chaotic anger as the Black Hollow residents.
This group… had a purpose.
Clear. They were here to attack.
Someone had been waiting for this moment. And they didn’t come to protest.
They came to kill.
I saw an old woman standing among them.
Long white hair. A cold face. No emotion.
But her eyes… were filled with something far worse than anger.
Hatred.
Her name surfaced in my mind just like that.
Meria Vyrin. And she was from the Silverfang Pack.
And with her… I saw fragments of something else. Fast. Sharp. Incomplete.
Kael. Then a woman. A body collapsing, covered in blood.
And the woman’s voice echoed, trembling.
“This baby is yours. I’m carrying your child.”
“You talk too much, Althea.”
Then… silence.
After that, the vision snapped back to the Black Hollow castle.
The woman named Meria stepped forward. Her eyes scanned the Black Hollow citizens who were starting to panic.
They didn’t know. They thought this was just a riot.
And they were completely wrong.
“No one is leaving this place,” she said quietly.
And in a single second, with just one command from that old woman, the massacre began.
As it happened, I couldn’t close my eyes. I couldn’t look away. My body was frozen in the middle of it.
I saw everything. I witnessed everything.
Fangs. Claws. Blood spraying onto the ground. Screams cut off before they could finish.
Civilians who weren’t ready to fight were destroyed without a chance.
Children. Women. Men who didn’t even have time to shift to protect themselves.
This wasn’t a battle.
This was a purge.
Clear.
Especially when the castle started being overrun.
The inner gates were destroyed. The remaining warriors tried to hold on. But they had already lost before this even began.
I shifted again without even moving my feet.
Up. Inside. Through hallways soaked in blood. The metallic smell was overwhelming.
And in the main hall, I saw him.
Kael.
Half-shifted, he was on his knees. Or more accurately… collapsed. His body was covered in wounds. His breathing was heavy. Blood poured from the wound in his abdomen.
Meria stood in front of him. Not rushed. Not hesitant.
“You should’ve died back then, even before you killed my child,” she said quietly.
Kael tried to get up. But failed.
“I—”
He didn’t get to finish.
Meria’s claws had already pierced through his chest without warning.
Kael jerked. His eyes widened.
And for the first time since I saw him…
He looked afraid. Meria slowly pulled her hand back. Blood poured heavily from Kael’s body. And he fell to the floor.
Still.
Not long after that, fire appeared. Not from one place. But from many sides.
The castle started to burn.
And outside… the entire Black Hollow territory was set ablaze.
The fire spread fast. Like it had all been planned. No one was saved. Nothing was left.
I stood in the middle of it all. And for the first time… I understood something with absolute clarity.
This wasn’t a possibility.
This was certainty from a future that hasn’t happened yet.
Breath was the first thing that came back.
“—hah—”
The world slammed into me again. I was back in the meeting room, inhaling clean air.
No blood. No fire. No massacre.
But my body didn’t follow right away.
My chest rose and fell too fast. My hands were still shaking. And the words came out before I could stop them.
“Your pack…” I looked at Kael. “…will fall.”
The silence that followed felt heavy.
Too heavy.
Kael stared at me like I had just said something completely ridiculous.
Magnus didn’t move.
But I could feel his focus entirely on me.
“That’s a strange joke,” Kael finally said.
I shook my head.
“No.” I didn’t break eye contact. “And when it happens… there won’t be a single member of your pack left to save.”
I paused for a second.
Then added in the same tone.
“Including you, Alpha.”
A few seconds passed.
Kael frowned. “I don’t know what kind of game this is—”
“I’m not talking to you about a game,” I said.
Magnus looked at Kael sharply.
“What exactly is happening in your pack?” he asked, his tone enough to make anyone stop talking.
Kael held his breath for a moment. Then let out a small laugh.
A reflex that clearly showed he was trying to hide something.
“Nothing’s going on.”
I could see it. He wasn’t completely lying. But he wasn’t telling everything either.
“We’re just dealing with a resource crisis,” he continued. “Our hunting grounds have shrunk because I sold part of our territory to the Bluemoon pack to cover our food supply.”
Magnus didn’t answer right away. But I knew he didn’t believe him.
“You think that’s enough to make someone predict total destruction?” he asked coldly.
Kael shrugged. “If she’s predicting, maybe she’s just being dramatic.”
I didn’t respond. I just looked at him. Because I had already seen how it ends.
Magnus finally leaned back, his expression unchanged.
“I want full data on Black Hollow,” he said.
Kael paused. “What?”
“Your pack’s debts. Asset structure. And your territory blueprint.”
Kael narrowed his eyes. “That wasn’t part of the original deal.”
“It is now.”
Magnus’s tone left no room for argument. “I don’t sign contracts without knowing exactly what you’re bringing to my table.”
A few seconds of silence. Then Kael exhaled.
“Fine.” He nodded slightly. “I’ll send it.”
“Good.”
Magnus stood. “This meeting is over.”
Kael left, and the door shut tightly behind him. The room fell silent again. And Magnus immediately turned to me.
“What did you see?”
No small talk. No delay.
I looked at him for a few seconds to make sure of one thing—that I was really going to tell him everything.
And I did.
I explained everything. About the riot that would happen in the Black Hollow pack. About their starving members. About the betrayal. About the old woman named Meria. About Althea Varyn. About the Silverfang pack. And how it all ended.
I didn’t leave anything out. Didn’t hold back. Didn’t hide anything.
Magnus didn’t interrupt me at all. He didn’t overreact either.
But I could see something in his eyes shift as I spoke.
Calculation. Connection. And something more.
When I finished, the room fell silent again.
A few seconds.
Then Magnus turned slightly.
“Dareth.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Find information on the Silverfang pack.”
Dareth nodded. “Understood, Alpha.”
“Specifically,” Magnus continued, “I want to know if they have a member named Althea Varyn. Or anyone who might be missing, or any reports about a pack member being killed.”
Dareth nodded.
“And if there is…” Magnus paused for a moment. His gaze returned to me. “…I want to know if she ever had any connection to Kael Thornridge.”
“Understood.”
Dareth left without delay.
The door closed again.
Now it was just me and Magnus. He looked at me for a few seconds. Then asked quietly.
“Can you stand by what you just said?”
I didn’t hesitate. I nodded.
“Yes. You can prove what I said.”