Suzette sliced her palm for the tenth time, her blood dripping inside the magic circle she had created. And even though she felt dizzy and blood was already dripping from her nose, she still did not stop muttering her spells.
Once again, she saw that vision, and this time it felt so real. Seeing Tristan dead in that girl's arms. Unfortunately, that was where her vision starts and ends, and since she woke up, she has tried to inquire more about it, but everything has just been dark.
No matter how many times she had used her blood to perform a spell that would make her see the complete vision, there was still nothing.
Once again, Suzette was about to cut her palm when she was seized into a vision.
There was blood everywhere, and hundreds of wolves lay dead on the floor, and in the center stood Tristan. His black hair now turned white, his golden eyes filled with bloodlust, pain and love. In front of him stood a red-haired woman, her voice cold and cutting.
