She saw herself walking into the scene, the shock freezing her in place. Then the image shifted again, fast and harsh, to her own death. She saw her body on the floor, blood pooling beneath her. Her vision is fading.
And then, a large shadow appeared. A massive jaguar stood beside her fallen body. It growled, circling protectively, as if trying to ward off something unseen.
Aveloria's body began to shake violently in bed. Her breathing turned ragged. Her wolf pushed to the surface, desperate to protect her, but the visions wouldn't stop. Her heart pounded against her ribs. The glowing amulet pulsed faster, synchronizing with her panic.
Suddenly, she heard a deep voice calling her name.
"Aveloria."
Someone was shaking her.
Her eyes fluttered open briefly. The room swam in and out of focus. Galen's face hovered above hers, his hands gripping her shoulders gently.
"Aveloria, wake up," he said firmly.
