Chapter 112 Mirror of the Mate

　　The night had fallen like a curtain over Eldoria, its quiet a stark contrast to the tension that hummed beneath the surface of every soul in the camp. Caitlyn stood by the window, her eyes gazing out into the inky darkness that stretched beyond. The wind whispered against the walls, but in her mind, everything was still. Too still. A chill ran down her spine, one that had nothing to do with the cold night air. 　　There was something wrong, something off. 　　Her senses were sharper than they had ever been. She could hear thoughts that weren’t her own, could feel the weight of lies that had no right to be carried. Flashes of possible futures danced in her mind like fragments of a shattered mirror—unfocused, but terrifyingly clear. She saw moments that could be, should be, if she only reached out to grasp them. 　　Her bond with Raymond had reignited, their connection stronger than ever, but there was something else now—a second rhythm. Something that wasn’t entirely hers. 　　Her wolf remain