Clare found herself walking along a long narrow hall. It stretched for as long as she could see and then curved at some point.
The walls and ceiling were pure white and very brightly lit even though she could see no bulb or florescent or any other similar source of illumination.
Was she dead? Clare wondered as she glanced at the floor. The tiled ground beneath her bare feet was made of pure gold.
She must be dead, she assumed. Maybe this was the afterlife. A white hallway that led to wherever.
At the realization that she was likely dead, she would have thought she would have felt some sort of panic but she oddly had a feeling of calm and rightness.
Like she was home, Clare had never felt so peaceful before.
She glanced down at herself and saw that she was clad in her pajamas. She almost sighed in disappointment. She had thought she would be in some flowing white gown and maybe would be putting on a flower crown when she died.
She tried to remember what she last did, all she could remember was coming back from Aunt Lilith's. She had helped her adoptive mother set the table for dinner. She had ate with the other inhabitants of the pack house and had retired to her room.
Did she die in her sleep. Because that would be really funny. She was a very careful person.
Probably the most boring on earth. Her life included no excitement or risk and she dies in her sleep? At a young age?
Wow, wow! Just Wow!!
Clare glanced around herself and noticed the rows of doors on the walls. They each seemed to have some inscription on them.
She stopped in front of the closest one and squinted at the sparkling lettering.
ROOM OF PROPHECIES
Clare stood there for a few seconds contemplating whether to go inside or to continue down the hallway. She finally decided she had the rest of eternity to find out where the hall ended.
Making her decision, she opened the door and to her surprise and delight, it opened with a quiet click.
Clare pushed the oak door open and it felt surprisingly light compared to how it looked. It opened into a massive room.
The room was very spacious, like a ballroom. It also had really high ceilings, as tall as a storey building. It had it's walls lined with shelves that seemed to be built into the walls.
Oddly enough, these shelves did not contain any books. Instead they had rows and rows of glass tablets.
Clare walked in awe, examining the golden inbuilt shelves and their delicate contents. She wondered if she was allowed to touch any of those. Or if she was allowed to be in the room in the first place.
She expected that at any minute, someone might come to inform her that this was a top secret room so she wasn't allowed there. Or she might be accused of breaking and entering and would be dragged out of the magnificent building.
When none of the things her imagination put to her happened, Clare let her curiosity win and decided that one peak wouldn't hurt anyone. So she reached out for one of the tablets.
Clare opened her eyes to sunlight washing over her face. She grumbled and turned away from the harsh lighting.
"Wake up, Clarissa. You slept in and if you don't hurry, you would be late."
Clare recognized the brisk voice and the name she was called enough to conclude that it was Julia, the Luna and her adoptive mother that had opened her blinds.
"Okay. " She mumbled into her pillow taking a minute to mentally wake herself up.
"Breakfast in ten, darling. Be down." Julia called from the door before leaving the room.
Grumbling to her about how she would rather spend the next thirty minutes sleeping rather than having breakfast, Clare threw the covers back and climbed out of her bed.
First thing she did every morning after waking was to make her bed which she did before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She didn't remember the dream she had until she was taking her bath. Suddenly, the image of the empty hall flashed in her mind.
Clare remembered how sure she had felt that she was already dead. And boy was she glad that it was just a dream. Her life was boring but it was her life and she still wanted to continue living it.
She was positive that it would get better at some point. Maybe when she left for college. She wasn't physical strong enough to lead the pack. She knew the strongest wasn't necessarily the best leader but tell that to the rest of the werewolf community.
So she would probably beg her parents that she wanted to go to another state for college. Rick would take over as new Alpha after her parents retired and maybe Uncle Drew would finally be nicer to her when she visits once a year. Everyone would be happy.
The only thing that lingered on her mind was the contents of the glass tablets. She had been so close to reading it, if only Julia hadn't woken her for a minute more.
She wondered what could be on it. A future prediction like her exam scores or the next president of the United States of America.
Haha... She was just kidding.
But the thought of the strange hallway, 'the room of prophecies' and the glass tablets refused to leave her mind for more than five minutes.
What had she been about to see? Was it about her? Or was it about someone else?
Did that mean she was now a seer, able to see into the future?
Maybe she was supposed to look for that room in reality. But she didn't see how the house looked from outside, how was she supposed to find it? And it didn't look like a place she knew, she couldn't forget such a place if she had been there before.
By the time she got to school, she was convinced that the dream was not a coincidence and that she was meant to go to that exact room and take that exact tablet.
She was sure it was a premonition and she needed to know the contents of the tablets because something major was about to happen.
Clare, of course, didn't know how right she was.