“What just happened, Vincent? What did you see?” Freya asks him.
“May I?” he asks, then takes my hand and traces the lines on my palm.
“What did you see, Vincent?” Freya asks again, her voice louder this time.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure. It was just a jumble of images. But I saw you,” he tells me.
“Actually, I saw two of you. Do you have a twin?” he asks me.
“No, but there is another woman. Her name is Scarlett, and she looks exactly like me,” I reply. He still hasn’t looked up from my palm.
“What exactly are you looking for in my palm? And the words you were saying-what do they mean?” I ask him. Finally, he looks up.
“What was I saying?” he asks.
“I don’t know, it was a jumble of words, you weren’t making sense. But what I was able to make out were these words: FATES CHANGED, SWITCHED, LIVES COLLIDED. THEY ARE NOT WHO THEY SEEM TO BE,” I tell him.
“Huh,” he says.
“Huh? What does ‘huh’ mean?” I ask him.
“I’m not sure, and I might be wrong, but I think your fate was switched with someone else’s,” he tells me.
“I don’t understand. My fate? How is that possible?” I ask him.
“Like I said, I don’t know. The vision wasn’t clear, but from the words I said and the lines on your palm, I’m pretty sure that’s the case here. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more,” he says.
“Well, that’s fine. That isn’t the first revelation I’ve gotten today. The hits just keep coming, don’t they?” I tell him, then take a seat on one of the benches.
What is it with this city? Ever since I got here, everything has been so weird.
“Are you okay?” Leo asks as he comes to sit by my side.
“No, not really. But I will be. Besides, we’re not here for me,” I tell him, then take a deep breath and get back up.
“You good?” Freya asks.
“Yes, I’m good. Let’s get to why we’re really here,” I tell her.
“Vincent, we need your help. It’s really important. If not, a whole pack of wolves is going to be wiped out.”
Lena’s POV
“Okay, that sounds ominous. Let’s go into my office and talk,” he tells us, then turns around and starts walking. We follow behind him.
Leo keeps looking at me, and I can see the worry in his eyes. But I can’t afford to think about what Vincent said, not right now. My mind can only handle one earth-shattering crisis at a time, and right now, my focus is on finding a cure. And who knows, maybe by the time we find one, Vincent will have gotten a clearer vision of what it all means.
Vincent opens a door, and we step into his office. It’s just like any other office-windows, a huge desk, some chairs, and bookshelves. I don’t know, I guess I was expecting it to look more “witchy,” you know? Maybe some sage in the air, herbs hanging around, especially for the leader of the witch faction.
“Please, have a seat,” Vincent says.
We each take a seat on the opposite side of his desk.
“Okay, what’s this talk about a pack getting wiped out, and how can I help?” he asks.
Leo turns to look at Freya. “It’s okay, Vincent can be trusted,” Freya tells him.
“Okay, six months ago, my pack was hit with a disease. At first, we all thought it was the flu, since it was only the kids who were getting sick. But then the first child died, and it started spreading to the adults, and we knew it was serious. I brought in experts, but either they wanted nothing to do with the disease, or they couldn’t figure out what it was. That is, until Lena- I mean, she hasn’t even been at the pack for a week, and she was able to deduce that the disease wasn’t just man-made, but it also had magic in it. My pack was targeted, and her suspicions were confirmed by the visions Freya had,” Leo explains to Vincent.
“You had a vision about the disease?” Vincent asks Freya.
“Yeah, I saw a cloaked figure on the pack land, reciting a spell,” Freya tells him.
“And we also found this weird black goo underneath the pack land. We don’t know how far it has spread. This disease has killed about thirty members of my pack and has more than half hospitalized,” Leo adds.
“Okay, but I don’t understand how I can help. I mean, you already have Freya, and she’s way more powerful than me,” Vincent says.
“Well, I know that, but we don’t need your help with the magic aspect. What we need from you is information,” Freya tells him.
“Okay, information on what exactly?” he asks.
“I need to know the whereabouts of the person or people who have a hold of my aunt’s grimoires,” Freya says. I can hear his breathing and heart rate increase-he’s nervous. To the human eye, you wouldn’t even notice it, but I guess it’s a good thing we’re not humans.
“I thought we had an agreement on that,” Vincent says.
“Yes, we did. We agreed that as long as the three grimoires I couldn’t find were only being used for good, I wouldn’t come for them. But as you can see, circumstances have changed,” Freya explains.
“How? Wait a minute, are you trying to say that whoever is behind this disease used a spell from one of your aunt’s grimoires?” he asks.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Something like this has only happened once before, but it was on a much grander scale. I recognize my aunt’s work when I see it. So I need to know who has the remaining three grimoires,” Freya tells him, her expression serious. I haven’t seen her like this before.
“Look, Freya, I’m not doubting you, but you must be wrong. The three grimoires aren’t even being used. I kept them with trusted people; they would never do something like this,” Vincent insists. I can feel Leo getting agitated by my side.
“Fine, if you really trust them, call them up and ask them to bring the grimoires here. Then I’ll know I’m wrong. But if I’m right, our agreement is null and void, and the remaining two grimoires are coming with me,” Freya says.
“Fine, let me make some calls. You don’t mind waiting, do you?” he asks.
“Not at all,” Freya replies.
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