Chapter 1

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Killian

"Alpha, I've just received word that Jason wasn't at his patrol station when the next guard came to take his position," Knox tells me as he barges into my office.

I look up from my papers. "Did you mindlink Jason?"

Knox wears a somber expression on his face that I'm sure is identical to mine. "Yes, Alpha. His bond isn't broken, but he will not respond through mindlink."

Leaning back in my chair, I rub my eyes. "Just like the others."

This was the fifth missing wolf taken from Crimson Shadow this month.

"What do we do, Alpha?" Knox asks. l can sense his anxiety through our link. I feel anxious too.

"It's time I get what I'm owed."

***

Katrina

I wake up with no future.

Typically when I wake up, I focus on Seeing my day, learning about what will happen before it does.

But there is nothing.

I can't even tell what I'm going to eat for breakfast, and the idea thoroughly distresses me.

I try not to worry. Surely, this could mean anything. My Sight is fickle, showing me things when it wants to, especially showing me things I don't.

But there is nothing.

Pushing down my trepidation, I get dressed for the day, making a decision even though I have no idea where the day will lead. I have training in an hour, so I dress for that. I pull on my gloves, the only barrier I have between me and an onslaught of visions and Knowing I get when I make skin to skin contact with someone.

My Sight isn't completely gone. I still have what I call the Knowing, which is what I experience when I have a feeling about something that will happen.

For example, when I drink my glass of orange juice, I know that it will slip out of my hand, and so I will catch it before it does. No visions, no freaky eye bleeding incurred as a result of the visions, but still clairvoyance nonetheless.

As I drink my orange juice, waiting for it to slip out of my hand, I check my cell phone, seeing that I have a missed call from Gwen.

I know that it's wrong to ignore my sister after she just had a baby, but since she had the baby with my mate, it doesn't seem like that rude of a thing to do, not in the grand scheme of things.

My sister getting pregnant with my mate's baby before we even met.

Again, another time my Sight could have helped me.

But it didn't.

And so now, here I am, living in a one room loft by myself, since my parents decided to move to Blue Moon once my sister was made the Luna.

The glass slips out of my hand, and I'm so unfocused that I let it.

Swearing under my breath, I clean up the shattered glass and juice. Sight made this easier in some ways, infinitely harder than others.

Someone is at the door, or at least is about to be.

I sigh, opening the front door just as someone is about to knock. Lauren, a she-wolf who I didn't know all that well, has her fist raised, frozen when I open the door before she has the chance to knock.

"Lauren," I say in surprise. I wasn't expecting her, but my Sight is wrong today. Everything is wrong. Something is amiss, but I can't tell what.

She looks at me sheepishly. "Hi, Katerina."

"It's Katrina," I correct shortly. But why would she know? It's not like she's ever tried to talk to me before. None of the Iron Claw wolves do.

Until they need something.

"What do you want?" I ask, annoyed, knowing that she only came to ask for something.

It's the only time any of them visit.

She hesitates. "May I come in?"

"I would prefer if you didn't."

She blanches at my clear refusal. Perhaps she expected I would be polite, but I rarely am, and I already am in a foul mood. There is something wrong about today.

"I, um," She fumbles her words, and I raise my eyebrows expectantly. "I wanted to know when I'm going to find my mate."

"I don't know," I say, my voice clipped. Mates are a hard thing to navigate, my Sight often obfuscates where mates are involved.

Her eyes narrow. "Don't know, or don't want to say?"

"Both," I sneer. "Even if I did know, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you. It'll happen when it happens. It's not my business to meddle."

These wolves never understand. I rarely intervene in the things I See, only when absolutely necessary, when things will get worse when I don't.

And often times, they get worse anyways.

The Sight makes sure everything is lose-lose.

"Thanks for nothing," She spits out. "They're all right about you, you know. You're a freak."

I smile at her patronizingly. "Good luck with your mate," I tell her cheerfully. "His dick is tiny."

She looks at me in shock when I slam the door in her face, grinning to myself.

My Sight is a curse, but it also gives me incredibly power over people, they'll believe anything I tell them. It's comical at times.

I finish cleaning up the mess from earlier, and leave my house, still chuckling about the look on Lauren's face. With my Knowing, I could tell that she was deeply concerned by my words, and it puts a little more pep in my step as I walked to training.

Training was boring, as always. Wolves avoid me, only sparring with me when the Gamma pairs me with someone, and the entire time, they look at me spitefully.

Fighting against a Seer, especially one with Sight as strong as mine, is useless. I know all of their moves before they make them, can tell where they're punching before they even decide to punch. Even with my gloves on, my Sight is too strong to be fully contained. The Knowing never goes away completely.

If I was smart, I would ease up on the Sight, let them get a few hits to make it even, but I see no reason to weaken myself just so they can feel strong. The wolves who spar against me learn to adapt, make split-second decisions, which is crucial in battle. After sparing against me, it should be easier to fight against someone without the Sight.

But they don't see it that way, and resent me for easily pinning them, when they're technically stronger and faster than me.

It's not fair, not even a little, but neither is life. And so I let them get no hits in, incapacitating them quickly and efficiently, not caring when they loathe me for it.

Even without the Sight, I can see the hatred, the disgust in their eyes. They think it's unnatural, and it is.

But life is cruel, unforgiving, and it doesn't care what natural abilities someone else has over you.

If they knew what I had to deal with as a result of my Sight, they would not wish they were Gifted it.

After training, I'm about to leave when the Gamma stops me. "Katherine," He says, grabbing me by the arm.

I grit my teeth. "It's Katrina."

"Right, sorry," He says, and he is anything but. "The Alpha has requested you go to his office."

Dread fills me. Being summoned by the Alpha is never a good thing. Without my Sight, I am blind, left completely in the dark about what he wants.

"Now," He says, giving a pointed look when my feet root to the ground.

"As you wish, Gamma," I say, trying to keep the scowl off my face, though I'm sure he can see it anyways.

I walk to the Pack House, not rushing, taking my time as I do so. Whatever he wants, I do not know nor want to know.

I ignore the looks of fear and disgust I get from other wolves as I make my journey. It's nothing I'm not used to. With a curse such as mine, it's to be expected. Nobody wants to meet someone who knows everything about them before they do.

Before I knock on the Alpha's door, I pause. Something is wrong, something is very wrong. Even my Sight, missing as it is, can gauge that much.

Pushing my anxiety aside, I knock on the door.

"Come in," Alpha Cole calls.

The door knob is cold against my skin, too cold and it is all wrong.

And then I see the cause of my missing Sight.

Alpha Killian sits casually in the chair across from Alpha Cole, seemingly completely relaxed as he lounges in the leather armchair.

Alpha Killian. I hadn't seen him since the war in Blood Lake, about a year and a half ago.

Alpha Killian. The only person who I couldn't See, who blocked my vision completely, gloves or not.

Unfortunately, my sweet, I do not obey the laws of time and space. You couldn't see my future if you tried, he had told me once when I asked why my Sight wouldn't work on him.

Alpha Killian, Gifted with the ability to travel in between the dimensions, teleport anywhere he wishes to go, send portals anywhere anytime.

Did I forget to mention? I hate him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I scowl at him, and even though Alpha Cole's mouth drops at my words, Killian only gives me an annoying, impossibly ugly smirk.

When he answers, his voice is the same terribly smooth, horrid melody I remember.

"I'm surprised you don't know already," He grins, and I know that he is not surprised at all. "I'm collecting my spoils of war, darling."

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