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Next morning before school, I met the twins in the parking lot. I knew I had to tell them about the vision I’d had, but, honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to it. The more I talked about it, the more it seemed real. But I didn’t want it to be real. I swallowed hard (not that I had any spit to swallow).
“Hey, guys,” I said, “thanks for meeting me early.”
“No problem.” Lyssa smiled as Matt walked up.
“What’s up?” Damian asked.
“Well, I needed to talk to you about a couple things and I didn’t want to be overheard. Remember how weird it got at lunch when I thought something was wrong with Matt? Well, I haven’t said anything to you because I wanted to talk to my grandma first. Anyway, the reason I knew that Matt was in trouble is because I had a premonition.”
“What did your grandma say?” Lyssa asked.
Damian answered for me. “She had a vision.”
“Does that happen a lot with shifters or with Tribal Elders?” Matt asked.
“Yep. My grandma told me last night that she thinks I might be a Tribal Elder.”
“No shit! Maya, that is so cool!”
“Anyway,” Damian said, looking directly at his twin, “I was wondering about the vision myself, so I did a little research.”
“There’s a surprise,” Lyssa smirked.
“What’d you find out?” Matt asked.
“There is no known record of any shifter having visions unless they were also a Native American using ritual. And, actually, your vision was neither premonition nor precognition because those are always of the future. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a vision.”
Sunday could not come fast enough. I was beginning to feel kind of desperate. What if Victrixa couldn’t help me figure out what was going on? Or worse, what if she thought I was some kind of freak?