Wolf Song (Wolf Singer Prophecies Book 1)

done and I didn't need to explain myself to anyone, least of all Hugh.
He was just a little envious of those of us who could touch her. He was surly, but if the situation were reversed and I were trapped inside just one form, I would be a right nasty fucker every damn day.
The fact that Hugh wasn't tearing out eyeballs on the regular made him practically Zen in my book, snarky mouth and all.
~Good of you to notice. Now do what I can't and lead her out of the memory.~
Soleil
This was despair. I didn't know how else to describe it. Blinding white lights and heat and intense discomfort.
And none of it was mine.
I could tell. I knew these weren’t my memories.
"It's all right," a voice called out through the fog. "Just follow my voice and it'll all be all right.
I didn't know why I trusted that voice but it calmed me to hear it. I let go of the pain that wasn't mine and realized that I was in some place that looked painfully white. And I was strapped down to something.
I couldn’t move.
The light overhead was blinding.
"No, ramina,” the voice said. “You're still not out all the way, okay? Just keep going. Don't stop here."
I nodded my head, even though it was hard to do with the head strap in place. There is no head strap in place, Soli. Remember that.
So I did. I exhaled out of my restraints and the scene changed around me. It was like flashes of memories with every exhale.
Running out in the woods.
Feeling something breathing down my neck.
The house in the distance. I yearned for it.
It was as if I were living the memory, but at the same time viewing it all as an observer.
My dad ran and nearly got to the house, but whoever chased him was too close and they wouldn’t be affected by the wards. Quickly, he threw scriptures over his book, tearing a piece of paper from its pages before hiding it for me to find.
Then a blackness fell, as if in one blink he had been in the woods and then in the other blink, he was in a chasm.
Wait, that was wrong. He was in a cave. I could feel the humidity.
Then there was a military-looking compound, almost like a base. It was sterile as if it hadn’t been in use for a long time.
A very long time.
Dad pushed different codes into the keypad as his memories took me on a tour from ground level to an elevator to a control station. Then his memories jumped as he appeared in front of another set of doors that opened to a jungle safari. Odd. He was in a facility that was in the heart of a mountain, and yet there was a room that opened to bright blue skies and green grasses.
There was something I didn't trust about this scenic view, but in my dad's memories, he knew this area was safe and secured. He was waiting for a ride that drove up to him.
A jeep roved over the terrain, carrying a group of men. They wore safari clothes and looked to be prepared to camp for a time.
"You better have news," one of the men said. He had a medium build and height, a compact body, and lips sneering in distaste at my dad.
"You know I wouldn't be here if I didn't," my dad replied.
This didn’t sound like my dad. It sounded like he was one of them.
“Here,” Dad said. “Your sample.”
And then the scene shifted into something else. There was fire in the sky, like a gathering storm. In my mind, the words “The Reckoning” bloomed.
A desperate voice whispered in my ear.
"Something followed you! Go! Run!"
The last thing I remembered were snapping jaws and the hot breath of something at my neck.

I woke up to a weird chiming sound and realized that I was actually waking up in a church. I gasped into myself and looked into a pair of pretty green eyes. Eyes as green as the grasses that were in my memory.
"Osiris?" I blinked, and slowly he and the room came into focus. Belatedly, I felt hands move away from my shoulders. Osiris was in front of me, helping me out of my trance. He had been talking to me and I didn't really remember the words that he spoke, but I felt clear.
"How long was I out?" I asked. My voice even felt far away.
Though I asked the room generally, Creed answered. "Not long, only a few minutes."
The way he said it, though, made it feel like I needed to catch up to something. Like he was hiding something and I probably wouldn't like it.
I looked at him, and though I didn’t know him well, he wasn’t used to concealing his thoughts or lying. Concern and annoyance were written plainly on his face. "Something is happening and you don't want to tell me what it is."
Creed swiveled his gaze at me first, glancing up at Osiris for a second before meeting my gaze again. I just laughed at him. “I’m not psychic, but you’re pretty easy to read.”
He cleared his throat. “That mayor. Gabriel. He’s about to do something. I can feel it.”
My gaze touched on my dad. “I won’t let them take him. Children or not, there’s no guarantees that those AEGIS people will live up to their end of the bargain. And, my dad is the only one who can help these folks, once he wakes up. Likely why they asked for him.”
Something from my dad’s memories flickered in my mind: a familiar passageway. It contained the scent of something that came from here in the basement. Old books, damp air, and must.
Kirby hinted that Dad came here often. In the memories, Dad seemed to be running errands for the compact guy. A lot.
Maybe…there was a reason my dad often visited the church basement. Maybe there was a way that he had either communicated or traveled