Page 53 of Moonlight & Mayhem

They reached the clinic, and Moon got him onto the table. He immediately reached for her hand, and she gave it to him. The monitor stabilized, and the veins faded slightly. Moon exhaled as Mayhem watched her. “Chris is going to be okay.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“You don’t sound convinced,” he said.

“I brought her back.”

“Yes,” he agreed.

Moon swallowed. “But I saw her die.”

Mayhem’s expression changed. “You saw the moment outside in one of your visions, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“And you still stopped it from happening,” he said. Moon looked at him, and he squeezed her fingers. “Your visions aren’t destiny.” She went still because no one had said that to her before. Mayhem continued. “You saw something coming.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“And because you saw it, you changed the outcome,” he said.

Moon stared at him, and her wolf became quiet. “You think that’s what my visions are for?”

“I think you should stop assuming they’re warnings you’re doomed to watch happen.” A strange hope moved through her. Maybe he was right. Maybe her visions weren’t showing her what would happen. Maybe they were showing her what could happen. That changed everything.

Moon looked toward her grandmother’s journal, and Mayhem followed her gaze. “What are you thinking?”

“The Silver Healer,” she whispered.

“What about it?” he asked.

“Maybe I’ve misunderstood this whole time.” She released his hand and the monitor accelerated.

“Moonlight,” he breathed.

“Sorry,” she said. She grabbed him again and pulled the journal closer with her free hand. “You said my visions could change things.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“What if that’s why they want me?” she asked. Mayhem frowned as Moon flipped through the pages. “The Hollow Pack believed Silver Bloods could manipulate bonds.”

“So?” he asked.

“What if it wasn’t the blood?” she asked. She searched page after page, and then stopped at a passage she had dismissed years ago. The Silver Healer sees the thread before it is cut. Moon’s heart raced. “Mayhem.”

“What?” he asked.

She read the next line. She may follow the thread backward or forward, but must never mistake possibility for fate. Moon stared at the words, and Mayhem slowly sat up. “That sounds like what we were just talking about.”

“Yes,” she said. Moon kept reading. The strongest among them do not predict death. Her hands trembled. “They prevent it.” Silence filled the room, and Mayhem looked toward the hallway where Chris had been taken.

“You just did that.” Moon’s wolf surged, not with fear, but with recognition. Her entire life, she had been afraid of the things she saw. She had hidden them, ignored them, dismissed them, and Chris had nearly died because Moon hadn’t understood what she was capable of. But that wasn’t going to happen again—never again.

“What else does it say?” Mayhem asked. Moon turned the page and her breath caught. A drawing filled the paper of two wolves—one silver and the other black. Their bodies were connected by dark threads. Moon looked at Mayhem, and he looked at the page.

“Well,” he muttered.

Moon swallowed. Beneath the picture was a single sentence. When the Silver Healer finds her bonded guardian, her sight becomes whole. Mayhem’s wolf surged so strongly that Moon felt it through their joined hands. “I’m your bonded guardian,” he said.