Here's a sneak peak of Kassandra's Wolf:
Prologue
Emily awoke with tears streaming down her cheeks as
she reached out to touch her husband, Marcus. Sensing her pain, he pulled her
into his arms and held her close in his safe embrace.
“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked.
“A dream . . .” Emily said stopping herself from
continuing. There were consequences for revealing the future. Good or bad, her
mother had always stressed that she must always be careful with what she
revealed to others. As much as she wanted to she couldn’t tell him she saw
flames dancing over his body as they lay in bed and the sound of their twins
crying. Seers like her didn’t often see when someone was expected to die. The
closer a person was to them, the harder it was to see their future. If the
strongest among her kind couldn’t predict their own death, how could she?
The look on his face told her he believed otherwise,
but he didn’t press further. Years of marriage had taught him that she would
always tell him what she could, when she could. Instead he lovingly stroked her
back as he held her, promising to chase the bad dreams away.
Over the next few nights Emily was
haunted by the same dream. Each time she awoke it was to find herself being
held tightly in Marcus’s arms. She felt as if time was running out. Emily went
to the library to write letters to her three-year-old twins, Damien and Hope.
The Fates had given her a glimpse of her children’s future, giving her an
opportunity to keep them safe. She wasn’t about to waste it. Damien and Hope
had a rough road ahead of them. Emily had to make sure that she chose her words
carefully.
She worried about Damien, the oldest
of her twins, the most. Emily wished she could give him words of encouragement
but had to worry about altering his future. As future pack alpha, his destiny not
only affected him but every member of their pack. Hope, younger than him by
just a few minutes, would blame herself. Their mates would have to be strong to
help heal them.
“Mom!” she heard Damien scream as he
ran down the hall to the living room.
Emily placed both letters in a small
box, locking it before Damien came crashing into the room. With his dark, wavy
hair and amber eyes framed by long, thick lashes he looked just like his father.
His face scrunched up. “Mom, I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! Tell her to
quit crying.”
Before Emily could question him, Hope
entered the room, big tears flowing down her face. Her lower lip quivered as
she held up her small hands, showing her the broken pieces of strings and beads
of the bracelet she had been working on earlier. “Mom, he broke it. I told him
it wasn’t for him and he broke it.”
“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to
see it,” Damien said, looking distressed at his sister’s tears.
Unlike her brother, Hope more
closely resembled Emily, with her straight honey-blonde hair and pale
complexion. The only resemblance between the two siblings was that they both
had their father’s eyes. Before Emily could reply, Damien picked up some of the
broken pieces. “I’ll fix it, I promise. Please don’t cry.”
Emily took them both by the hand and
led them over to the desk. “Here, let me help you and we’ll have it fixed in no
time.”
As she laid out the pieces she saw
Damien trace the intricate design on her box. “Mom, what’s in the box?”
“It’s for you when you get older.” Damien
smiled brightly at the idea of getting a present. She took the box from him and
put it in the desk. “Now,” she smiled, “the first thing we need to do is get
new string to replace the broken one.”
