"Something's coming."

The door appeared in her mind, pulling at her, and she immediately closed her eyes and turned the knob, heart thumping. The twins?

An icy wind blew her hair back as she stopped in the doorway, knowing not to go further, and she shivered as she looked into another world.

This landscape was blanketed by a thick blizzard and dotted with the shadowy forms of people, but only one of them - a dirty blonde with a nasty limp - actually looked alive as she plowed determinedly through the knee-high drifts. She moved toward where Angela stood on the threshold, the edges of her dirty brown trench coat dragging over the deep snow, leaving a clear trail.

This world was pure white except for the people; even the trees were bent, covered in ice. Angela thought she saw a pack of dogs in the far distance, but wasn't sure. The other people paid no attention to the open door, but the blonde limped straight toward her, frozen eyelashes glistening like jewels. "It's coming. Get ready."

There was a radar map in the woman's eyes, like a reflection of an old weather broadcast. Angela's heart raced as she realized that she and Marc weren't the only ones caught in the path of the massive winter storm moving in from the South. Her son was in danger, along with all the people they'd joined at Safe Haven refugee camp.

A strong wind pushed her back as the door slammed shut between them, echoing, and Angela jerked upright, eyes flying open. She would wait until the snow was falling before she sent the warning - Kenny would never believe her otherwise - but it was coming and they would all have to get ready.

Fear raced through Angela's veins and her heart sped up. She had to call Kenny. He was about to find out the first big rule she'd broken. He would know for sure that she was on her way.

3

Angela stepped out onto the porch, wolf disappearing into the trees, and found Marc instantly - though she couldn't see him from the doorway.

Marc grinned when she moved into view, looking up at him. "You see me or sense me?"

She frowned, not really comfortable talking to him about the things she could do. "I'm not sure."

He dropped down. "You all right?"

She shook her head, not meeting his eyes. "Not really, but I'll be better when we're on the move again."

She lit a smoke, prepared herself to take a chance. Would he believe her?




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