Elder Seraphine's POV
The pack house burst with silver light, and I knew we were all about to die.
I threw myself between the frightened pack members and the blazing energy pouring from the main room. My body hit the wall hard, but I forced myself to stay standing. Everyone was looking at me with desperate eyes, waiting for me to tell them what to do.
But for the first time in sixty years, I had no idea.
"Elder Seraphine!" young Marcus cried, holding his mother's hand. "What's happening? What do we do?"
I opened my mouth to give him comfort and advice, but nothing came out. The prophetic visions that had led me my whole life were gone. The cosmic whispers that told me which road led to safety had vanished when we broke free from the Weaver's control.
Without those leading voices, I was just a scared old woman who didn't know how to save anyone.
