ELDER IRIS POV
I dropped my teacup when the image hit me.
The hot liquid splashed across my kitchen table, soaking into the old papers I'd been reading. But I barely noticed. My mind was somewhere else entirely, seeing things that hadn't happened yet.
Luna standing at an intersection, tears streaming down her face. Lily trapped in a cage made of silver and stars. Caleb yelling my name as darkness swallowed our pack whole.
"No," I whispered, holding the edge of my table. "Not like this. Not when we're so close."
The vision faded, leaving me gasping in my small cell. My old heart hammered against my ribs like a caught bird. I'd been having these views of the future for seventy years, but never one this clear. Never one this bad.
I looked at the mess I'd made. Tea had ruined weeks of careful study, the ink running on pages I'd spent months translating from the old language. But maybe that didn't matter anymore.
Maybe I was running out of time.
