143 The vision … Lyla I left the training ground and wandered back to the Packhouse .

As soon as I reached , my steps slowed when a familiar scent reached me it was Ramseys .

What was he doing back to the Packhouse this carly ? He usually came back every night and not in the evening .

Curiously , I followed his scent until it stopped at a partially open door that was Ramseys den .

I opened the door slowly without making a sound .

Pecking inside , I saw him .

He was slumped in a chair , his head resting on his right hand sleeping .

Although his expression looked peaceful , I could see how exhausted he was .

Dark circles framed his closed eyes and his shoulders were sagged in a way Id never seen before .

I hesitated at the door .

I should leave right and let him sleep .

This was the first time I was seeing him since I came to his pack .

I knew he was avoiding me because of Cassidy , but still … thinking about it made me sad .

Sighing .

I turned to leave , but something tugged at my heart .

At the vulnerability on his face .

Hed cramp or worse , develop pain in his neck if I let him sleep in that position .

Against my better judgment , I pushed the door wider and entered , trying to walk as stealthily as I could .

When I reached his chair , I found the lever and lowered it backwards , then nuzzled him into the lowered chair .

He didnt stir for once .

Confirming he was still alive and breathing , I threw a blanket I saw on the couch in his office over him , and supported his head on both sides with the throw pillows I saw on the couch too .

I stood back , satisfied with what I did .

I stared at him for a moment , fighting the powerful urge to touch him .

To tuck , the wisps of hair on his face behind his ears .

It wouldnt be right .

If Nathan should hear of it , it might offend him , and I didnt want him to think I was having doubts about us .

Deciding Ive had enough of his pretty face , I turned to leave .

A searing pain exploded through my chest .

I gasped , groaning , clutching at my chest as the world around me blurred .

I saw at least a dozen Ferals charging towards the Southern Border of the White Moon Pack , followed closely by a Trinax .

Their claws and teeth glinted in the pale light as they advanced .

When I opened my eyes , my chest was heaving with fear and Ramsey was holding me , worry etched into every line of his face .

? he asked

the Priestess ? I shook my

I saw something , I said , looking

it was so real ,

frowned and picked me up in one swift

look like youve just

the Priestess and

The vision But as soon as he placed me on the chair ,

I

Listen to me .

Southern border theyre coming

Ferals .

dozen of them

have them prepared : I felt him hesitate

from our patrols stationed there , surely

to say , people will die ! I rose

a narrow path at the

Silver tipped spears .

modern weapon … nothing human

they must be together and fight

at least

possibly use

AM SURE ! I screeched ,

saying , but Im just saying it as

voice is

say , Ramsey … please , I beg you

is wrong , then Ill

a few seconds

send a mind link to

down , you look

nodded and sat on the

Lenny

exactly what to use

raised an eyebrow

simply nodded and left to

before I

there was this familiar tingling … the one I always have right before I feel Xanders presence and right before a

would burst out of my chest at any second , I left my

raised my hand to knock on her door ,

leaving

met there was still tension from the slight argument we had earlier , so

?

to see

must

? she

Ferals

its as if I knew what to do

they should attack and

already informed Ramsey about what to do , but

else is happening to me

I read on Moonsingers mentioned

is wrong

Nanny said quietly , And you cant see Mother right now

Shes resting .

that shell prepare for her evening devotions meed it be , contos Why She told me to adways come to her whenever something Myond and think she need to know appone , I De det Nanny replied verse Shes

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