I returned to the house, still wondering about what had happened when I touched Ashton. Those photographs felt so real, as if I were there in the moment. There was fire, men fighting, a woman screaming with a baby in her arms, and a young boy crying for them to stop. Why had I seen those scenes as I touched Ashton? I couldn’t understand why these visions seemed to be tied to him.

A delicious scent hit my nose when I reached the door. No, it wasn’t the scent that werewolves smelled when they detected their bonds. It was the smell of literal food wafting through the air. Cheese, meat,...