"Can you at least try to see five seconds into the future?" Celine asks me, for the dozenth time now.
She's been pestering me to try and copy any of the Instincts from those wolves she brought to me.
But I haven't had any luck. I performed much better the day she brought them to me, I managed to mimick at least two of them.
That being the illusions and the phasing. But I haven't been able to use any Instinct that was not mine since then.
Except that of Rosemary's pack. Somehow—and I bet I know how—I've been able to copy that Instinct time and time again without fail.
Though this was supposed to be a good thing, what it does is make me miss her.
"Abigail?" Celine calls out to me, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Oh right." I say, willing to give it another go. The illusions Instinct that is. I liked that one in particular.
Shutting my eyes, I focus my mind on how it felt seeing that wolf make fake clones of himself.
