Mirabelle knew this feeling. She had experienced it before.
Her brows drew together as she searched through her memories, trying to grasp something that hovered just beyond reach.
Then it came to her.
Every time that ancient power had awakened inside her.
Every time it had risen from somewhere impossibly deep, taking control of her body until Mirabelle had felt more like a passenger within her own skin.
Every time she had marked one of her mates.
She had seen these places. Visions.
Places she had never visited and yet had somehow stood within.
Ancient forests. Endless landscapes.
Places filled with something so vast that she'd never found the words to describe what she'd felt there.
And they had watched her.
Not with eyes.
Not like an animal hiding between the trees, following her movements.
The places themselves had been aware of her.
Mirabelle had always been left with the strange impression that she'd been standing inside something alive.
Something breathing.
