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~CELIE’S POV~ I still remember the very first time I had a vision. It was on the very day when my father was executed. Having dreamt of the same, I had woken up with a yearning to see my father. “But, he just went out,” declared my mother, unsure of the distress on my face. Terror-stricken by the palpable nature of my dream, I heavily weighed the possibility of a threat to my dear father’s life. Unwilling to lose him, I told my mother about it and then begged her to take me to Alpha Duncan Stormborn’s estate. My mother dismissed me, incapable of assimilating the dourness of my nightmarish vision, “It was just a dream. I don’t see any merit in leaving all of our work and heading out to hassle your father when he’s serving the Alpha.” Miffed by having my warnings disregarded, I decid