VLADIMIR
The word seer crash-landed into my mind like a stone shattering glass. I had never believed in that man, Norman. Others whispered about his visions, swore by his psychic abilities, but I only saw a parasite. He had appeared in our pack after my parents’ deaths, cloaked in pity, feigning the role of a weary traveler seeking refuge. Shelter turned into influence. Before long, he had wormed his way into the hearts of my people, feeding them his riddles and shadows. One of those absurd prophecies had shackled me to Ivy in marriage.
"You do know that seer is dubious and fake," I said, my voice edged with disdain.
"Alpha, he’s the only choice we’ve got," Tom muttered. His eyes flicked away, unwilling to meet mine. I followed his gaze. The beds. The warriors stretched across them, th
