# Chapter 33– Vanessa's POV
So turns out being able to talk to dead wolves is a thing.
And it's fucking terrifying.
It started during my fifth week of training with Elder Thorne. I was doing this meditation bullshit he kept making me do when suddenly there were voices in my head.
Not my voice. Other voices.
At first I thought I was going crazy. Like maybe all the stress and the curse stuff had finally broken my brain completely.
"Focus," Elder Thorne kept saying. "Feel the power in your bloodline."
But I couldn't focus because there was this woman's voice whispering my name.
"Vanessa. Vanessa baby."
I opened my eyes real fast. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Someone said my name."
Elder Thorne looked interested. "What did the voice sound like?"
"Like... like a woman. Older. Kind of familiar but I can't place it."
"Close your eyes again. Try to listen."
"Are you insane? I'm not listening to voices in my head. That's how people end up in padded rooms."
