Geraint also knew, though, that people ascribed all kinds of weird powers to outcast wolves - indeed, it was probably the thing that made them outcasts, their strangeness.  In the end, he had to either believe her or not.  But he was psychic, though he didn't think about it that way, with that word, but he definitely had gifts arising from his mind.  The talent was wild, though, almost as mysterious to him as it was to other people.<br/><br/>He said, "Psychic is one word for it.  I can command... well, a lot of things.  People, beasts, see through their eyes, shit like that.  Sometimes, I can hear someone's thoughts, and sometimes I guess I see the future."  He was awkward discussing it.  "I didn't say anything because I don't talk about it.  I've never talked about it.  Not even with the witches of Tar Hollow, though I think they know about it, probably more than I do."<br/><br/>He sighed, squeezed an arm around her shoulders.  "Who says you're force me to do anything?  I just wanted to know, now I do.  What we need is a plan.  You might be able to tell, but I like plans.  First, though, I wouldn't believe any dream a vampire sent me as being true.  He lies, right?  He's probably lied to you.  You can probably tell he's lying because his mouth is open.  Which doesn't necessarily mean we won't go, but you know this guy.  What are the risks?  What are the, well, let's be honest, rewards?  Either way, we can keep ourselves open to opportunities that arise."