Chapter 35 The Second Vision
Evra’s POV
I sat on the long sofa facing the low table in the center of the room. Magnus sat to my right, his body slightly reclined, but his gaze remained sharp. Not truly relaxed.
Lorian sat across from us. His gray case was still open, the screen of his device still glowing, casting a dim blue light across his face.
Data was still running there. Numbers. Graphs. Information constantly moving.
But his focus… was no longer on the screen.
It was on me.
I could feel it even before he actually spoke.
“Evra.”
I lifted my gaze.
Lorian’s stare wasn’t cold like Magnus’s. But that didn’t make it any lighter. The way he looked at me was like someone trying to dismantle something that had no clear pattern.
“How did you know all that?”
Direct. No pretense.
I didn’t answer immediately. A few seconds passed. Long enough to make the question feel heavier than it should have.
“Everything you said earlier…” he continued, “…matches the data I pulled. Even the information that was never officially recorded.”
I looked at him.
“How accurate is it?” I asked quietly.
Lorian leaned forward slightly. “Too accurate to be called a guess.”
I lowered my gaze. My hands remained in my lap. Still. Unmoving.
That question… wasn’t the first time it had come up.
But this time… I couldn’t avoid it.
Because even I didn’t know the answer.
“I don’t know,” I finally said.
Honestly.
And honesty was not something I had done often since stepping foot in Rivenhall Pack.
Lorian didn’t respond immediately. But I could tell he wasn’t fully satisfied with that answer.
“You don’t know… then how do you see it?” he asked again.
I frowned slightly.
How?
Strangely, that question made something shift inside my head.
I went quiet, trying to remember.
At first… when?
When had all of this really begun?
I sat there in silence, trying to remember when it started.
Not back to my days in Rivenhall.
Not when Magnus began pressuring me with his claim of ownership.
Further back than that.
To when I was a child. When I was a teenager. When I chose to leave the Pack that never wanted me. When I started living in the human world. Up until I ended up here.
And yet… not once had I ever been like this before today.
My hands tightened slightly without me noticing.
“This is the first time. And it happened when I shook Kael Thornridge’s hand.” I took a slow breath. “I truly don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
“What did you feel when you shook his hand?” Lorian asked.
“I wasn’t here anymore.”
Lorian narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Not here?” he repeated.
I nodded. “Yes. I was standing somewhere else—in the middle of Kael Thornridge’s territory. In the middle of the chaos happening there.”
Silence returned.
I could feel Magnus paying full attention now.
“I saw everything,” I continued. “The riots. The starvation. The attacks. Even… his death.”
I stopped.
There was no need to explain further. They already knew that part.
“But the strange thing…” I stared blankly ahead, “…it didn’t feel like I was seeing the future.”
Lorian frowned. “Then what?”
I shook my head slowly.
“It felt more like…” I searched for the right word, “…I was being forced into something that had already happened.”
Magnus finally moved slightly. One finger tapped softly against the table.
“Resonance,” he said flatly.
I turned toward him.
“Touch triggered a connection,” he continued. “Not just a vision.”
Lorian glanced at Magnus. “That means… this isn’t a normal ability.”
“Of course it isn’t,” Magnus replied shortly.
I fell silent again. My mind was still trying to piece everything together.
And touch…
was the trigger.
I remembered the sensation again.
It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t hot.
But it felt like being pulled.
Forced into something that wasn’t mine.
“I really don’t feel like the person I used to be anymore,” I murmured softly.
Lorian and Magnus exchanged a glance. Brief. But enough to show they understood the implication.
Magnus stood.
His movement was calm.
But the decision behind it could be felt.
“Lorian.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“We need to talk.”
Lorian nodded immediately. No questions asked.
He shut down his device with one quick motion. The case locked again with a soft click, then he stood.
But before he could fully move, Magnus turned slightly.
His gaze dropped to me.
And the atmosphere changed again instantly.
“Evra.”
I looked at him.
That tone was different.
A warning.
“You’ve seen enough to understand one simple thing.”
I said nothing. I waited.
“Rivenhall is not a place you leave whenever you please.”
His voice was low. Calm. But left no room for misunderstanding.
I held my breath slightly as Magnus took one step closer.
And that alone was enough to make the pressure settle over me.
“If you’re thinking of running…” he continued, “…throw that thought away now.”
I stared back.
Didn’t retreat. Didn’t look away.
My gaze met his directly.
“Because no matter how far you run… I will still find you,” he said quietly. “Wherever you go.”
Silence.
“And when I do…” his voice dropped deeper, “…I won’t be as kind as I am now.”
The threat didn’t need further explanation.
It was enough.
But I didn’t lower my head.
Didn’t show fear either.
Instead, I lifted my chin slightly.
“Your threat… sounds like an empty promise.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Magnus narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his index finger toward me.
And without really thinking, I lifted my hand and caught his finger while it was still pointed at me.
The touch happened instantly.
Quick.
Unplanned.
And in that same second—my world shattered again.
In the vision I saw, the ground beneath my feet was dry, cracked in countless places, as if all life had been ripped from it without leaving anything behind.
The air felt heavy, thick with the sharp stench of blood, making it harder to breathe than it should have been.
I stood in the middle of it, unable to move.
In front of me…
Magnus.
He stood at the center of the destruction, kneeling with blood covering his body.
Worse than anything I had ever seen before.
His breathing was heavy, unstable, but he was still alive. Still holding on.
Yet not as the untouchable Alpha.
Not as the ruler everyone feared.
But as… someone already on the edge of collapse.
And for the first time… he looked alone.
Then something moved behind him.
Someone.
Unclear. Just a blurred silhouette. I couldn’t see the face. I couldn’t catch the scent.
But one thing I knew immediately—he was not an enemy coming from the front. He came from behind.
Silent. Certain.
In his hand… was an arrow.
Its tip was dark. Not like ordinary metal.
It looked more like something alive, pulsing faintly with poison I could feel even without touching it.
I didn’t know how I knew that… but I knew.
The arrow was aimed directly at Magnus.
And as the bowstring was pulled back, one word echoed inside my head.
‘Ally.’
I tensed.
‘Ally.’
It wasn’t a human voice.
Not Magnus. Not anyone standing there. But something older—as if it had been planted directly into my mind.
And before I could understand it… another phrase appeared.
The prophecy… Lysander.
My breath caught.
Lysander.
That name wasn’t just a name. It was my blood. My bloodline. And suddenly—someone appeared in front of Magnus.
Fast.
As if stepping straight out of the shadows themselves.
I froze.
No. No way.
I knew that face.
“…Grandfather?”
He stood in front of Magnus, facing the arrow without hesitation—as if fully willing to become a shield for him.
Protecting him.
My mind went blank.
Why? Why is he here? And why is he protecting Magnus? Magnus… the one who trapped me in Rivenhall.
The one who treats me like property. Like something to be controlled.
Why… is he the one being protected?
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think clearly.
And before I found the answer… everything vanished.