Thunder (Alpha Love - a Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 3) by Olivia Stephens

her of the things that Lindsey has accurately predicted. He had grumbled that if only she had the power of sight when it came to the winning lottery numbers.
    That’s when Lindsey had punched him on the arm, much to Ashton’s amusement, and explained to Sofie that it isn’t quite that simple. She doesn’t get the whole picture when a vision or a feeling comes to her. It’s just bits and pieces that she has to figure out to make the whole story. It’s an art—not a science—and there have been times when she’s understood the meaning of things too late. Lindsey had exchanged a look with Ashton as she said this, and both had suddenly turned quiet and serious. It was one of the many times when Sofie was around them that she felt like she had missed something.
    “Right, so you know that I don’t have the full picture. But just believe me when I say that you two are made for each other. I can’t say more than that, because that’s all I know right now.” Lindsey’s voice is calm and so certain that it’s hard not to be persuaded by her.
    “Well, that sounds pretty good to me, Linds.” Sofie smiles at the thought. She suddenly gets an image of her and Ashton in the woods together, but they’re not on their own. There’s a small hand in hers, a little boy standing between her and Ashton, a little boy with cornflower blue eyes. Just as quickly as the picture came to her, it disappears.
    “Sofe, you still with me?” Lindsey’s voice on the end of the line wakes Sofie up out of her daydream, or whatever that was.
    “Yeah, sorry. It’s this headache; it’s hard to concentrate on anything. I think I’m just going to have a hot bath and go to bed.” Sofie massages her temples, as the ache spreads along her forehead.
    “A migraine, again?” Lindsey sounds concerned, worried even.
    “Yeah, it comes and goes. You know how it is.” Sofie tries to wave away Lindsey’s worry; it was just a headache after all.
    “How often does it come and go?” Lindsey’s insistence makes it clear she’s not going to let this rest.
    “Oh, you know, now and again. But it’s not that surprising, considering everything that’s going on!” says Sofie, making light of it, despite the fact that the ache is starting to make her feel like her head is about to split open like a melon.
    “I guess,” Lindsey responds uncertainly, clearly not convinced. “What about at night? Have you been having any dreams?”
    Sofie opens her mouth to tell her about the nightmare she’d had the night before, then she closes it again. It was just a symptom of her own insecurity about being the odd one out amongst the pack, being the one that wasn’t like the others. She didn’t need a dream interpreter to tell her that.
    “Nothing that I can remember. Honestly, Linds, I’m fine. You worry more than Finn does!” Sofie laughs down the phone.
    “Yeah, well someone needs to worry about you, seeing as you don’t seem to take care of yourself. How is my new favorite drinking buddy, anyway? Tell him to come down to the bar. I’ve got a shot with his name on it!” Then, Sofie hears some background noise as the first patrons rock up to the bar.
    “I’ll let him know. Thanks, Linds,” she says, pushing herself off the bed and thinking how good a bath sounds.
    “No worries. Anything else, you know where to find me.” With that, Lindsey hangs up, and Sofie’s left battling with the faucet in the bath. It won’t even turn, like it’s been rusted shut.
    “Guess a shower it is then,” she sighs, as she strips off, turning the temperature up as hot as she can stand it. She grabs the bottle of Advil from the side of the basin. She’d only bought it a day or so ago, and it was already virtually empty. She’d lost count of how many of those pills she’d been popping to keep the headache at bay. She swallows a couple down and looks at herself in the steamy mirror.
    Despite everything that has happened recently, she looks the same. She feels