The images wouldn't leave my mind when small soft hands grabbed onto mine. It sent a shock through my system and I looked to see who it was and it was a smaller version of my daughter when she was younger. I started coughing hard and I held a hand against my mouth when my own blood started to spill over it. I heard a soft, chilling voice speak from the ghastly version of my daughter, "Until you can learn to forgive yourself for the sins you have commited only to yourself, you will slowly die from the silver that is still in your bloodstream. But, if you forgive yourself for what you have done, the silver will leave on it's own." The vision smiled at me and then walked through the farthest wall to disappear. I looked at the blood on my hands and it was necrotizing from a cellular level. I could tell too. I wiped my blood off with my tongue so it's scent wouldn't be smelt by Keira and Frankie. The images started flashing across my mind again and I fell to the floor as I saw more of what was going on. As I hit the floor, I stared into the eyes of my best friend as we both were bleeding out from trying to stop the werewolves from overrunning our home. Time seemed to slow as he died in my vision before I passed out.


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