Chapter 118: Visions of Tomorrow
The gift basket looked like a warm welcome on the porch. As Elara picked it up, she smiled. The kind act made her heart warm.
"Someone left us gifts for babies," she told the triplets through the door that was open. "Don’t touch anything!" It was too late for Darian’s sharp voice to cut through the air.
As soon as Elara touched the soft blanket inside, her hands burst with silver energy.
In any case, this wasn’t her normal power. This was a whole different thing. The world around them shifted and blurred.
The porch melted into swirling mist, and suddenly they were standing in what looked like their pack house, but different. Older. Changed. "What’s happening?" Ronan asked, reaching out for Elara.
"I don’t know!" she gasped, trying to pull her hands away from the basket. But she couldn’t move.
The blanket seemed glued to her skin. Then they saw them. Their children, but not as babies.
As kids. Kira stood in the middle of a destroyed room, her eyes glowing ice-blue. Furniture floated around her in a dangerous dance, controlled by her mind.
But her face was cold, empty of the warmth they knew. "I don’t want to feel anymore," young Kira said to someone they couldn’t see.
"The emotions hurt too much." "Kira, no!" Elara screamed, but her daughter couldn’t hear her.
The scene changed. Now they saw Kai, older and stronger, but his shadow powers had devoured him.