Page 84 of The Witch’s Daughter

I smiled. “No need. I’m dining with him tonight and I’ll let him know.”

That seemed to do the trick. That or they just wanted to get her wolves out of there. The two animals were menacing little beasts, but they were all bark and no real bite. Without human brains to help guide them, though, people were always wary.

But I’d known them since they were pups, way back when Calla had been too afraid to sleep alone at night because of her future visions, and the two wolves somehow imprinted themselves on her.

A lifetime ago. It was crazy to think how far we’d come, and where we were now.

“Wow. You’ve really been slumming it up,” Calla said as she, and her wolves, climbed onto my bed.

It was large enough for all of us and more, so I didn’t argue. I was more worried about what had landed her here.

“Perks of joining the army, I guess,” I told her, touching my ear as a reminder again to watch what we said because I didn’t know who all was listening. “Are you sure you’re okay by the way? Has something like this ever happened before?”

Calla patted the bed beside her, and the wolves shifted to give me room as I crawled closer. Almost like we were really having a sleepover. Like we were pups again. Except time had made things awkward, and I didn’t really know her anymore.

She shook her head. No. “But I should be fine. I’m just so tired. It’s been a while since I had one come on so fast.”

“Do you remember what the vision was?” I asked.

Calla was the one who looked around the tent this time, worry creasing her brow. “I’m not sure. The clouds had turned to ash… There was blood. I know we need to keep the warlock close. Maybe if I sleep on it, the rest will come back.”

That sounded ominous.

It sounds like every warning I already gave you.

Yeah, but she says to keep eyes on Vincent. You want us to run away.

I want us safe.

And I want to prove to Kera and everyone else that I’m not some young pup anymore.

My wolf was silent for a moment before she sighed. Guess that means you’re going to dinner with him. You better hope Jaxon doesn’t find out.

He’d understand.

Would he?

Calla yawned. She looked more tired than I realized. Her glossy eyes weren’t quite able to focus on any one point for long. Whatever this vision was, it had done a number on her.

“Get some rest.” I crawled off the bed.

“Hey, Trish,” she said as my feet hit the floor.

I glanced back, seeing how small she seemed in the giant bed with her wolves curled around her.

“Thanks for letting us crash here.” The sarcasm had returned. There was the girl I knew.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I smiled, my stomach in knots as Calla snuggled down and closed her eyes.

She slept for hours, and contrary to what I’d assumed, she didn’t even fidget in her sleep. The wolves made good heavy weights on either side of her, snoring as they cuddled in a pile.

Calla woke a few minutes after I’d gotten dressed into something more appropriate for a dinner date, but we didn’t have time to discuss her vision before a male warlock announced his arrival outside the tent flap.

“Do you think it would be okay if Calla came to dinner with us too?” I asked the dark-haired warlock I’d seen hanging around Vincent at the training grounds.

“You’re to dine with him alone tonight,” the warlock said. “Someone will be along shortly to escort the Seer to the chow hall.”

I looked over my shoulder. “You’ll be all right?”