Celeste could feel the presence of the other. A werewolf, one actively in pursuit of her. He was so close that her senses were screaming that her destiny was at hand and yet she felt frozen in spot. She could not escape this vision, she could not brush it off.  She felt her arms wrap around Roran, recognizing his scent. He must have stopped for her when she fell back not too far from his cabin. "R-Roran....." she tried to speak. "H-He...comes..." she managed out.<br/><br/>She could feel the earth trembling as the wolves approached. There were several, it was not just one singular wolf coming to claim her, it was a pack. And the leader would be the one who try and whisk her away. Away from Roran. She would fight it, she did not want to be parted from her most cherished Roran. She could feel the desire radiating from the one who sought to make her his. His desire was as strong as Roran's, his need like an aura that threatened to engulf her and overlap with Roran.<br/><br/><em>Overlap....</em>, her voice spoke as her vision dominated her thoughts.<em>I....I feel...tied to Roran....but...but this stranger......no I.....I don't.....I....</em>, she didn't seem to understand how she was connected to two men. That she would belong to and beloved by two men. They shared a connection, the two men of her vision, but the connection for the moment was unclear.<br/><br/>She began to see him, the visage of a dark wolf bounding directly towards her. She saw him give a command to his pack as they spread out, eager to find food after a grueling journey. He, however, was not going to join them yet. Not yet, he had to find  her first. As hard as she tried to mask her powers, she knew that by seeing him in her vision that it would only ensure he'd find her that much faster. She tried hard to quell it, but it was no use. Soon, the vision ended and she looked upon the scene enfolding before her very eyes.