Chapter 11: The winds will howl

Chapter 11: The winds will howl

The last thing I remember was standing before an ornate wooden door at the end of the hallway with stained glass windows. The next thing I remember, I was fighting to stay conscious. I have to get a hand on this premonition thing.

“What did you see ?” the man’s voice rang in ears, his foul breathing hitting me in the face like twenty lashes. As I obtained a firm grasp on my conscious state, Dash rushed into control and, with a poetic voice, stated.

“The winds will howl; the snow will bleed red a twister is coming and your house of cards will fall.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine. My premonition was vivid; I was on the edge of a red-stained snow-covered battlefield—naked human bodies left in the snow. The winds were storming, and grief from those who suffered losses echoed in the air like the funeral march. I would recognize the wolf who stood in the middle of the field. The man befo