“I am looking for an omega with long white hair. She doesn’t talk much, but when she smiles, she lights up the world.”
The beta clears her throat, looking between her companions. She’s got curly red hair and is the Fire Goddess. Her name is Sorcha, and we have met before, a long time ago. She has a brother; I believe.
“That could be any number of omegas, Alpha Winter.”
“She smells like wild forests. She’s unlike any omega, and she’s old.”
Sorcha’s eyes shift, and she presses her lips together. “Perhaps we could talk after.”
I scowl and step into the room, leaving a trail of ice. Gods and goddesses of all three designations gasp and flee.
“Would you allow me to talk with Alpha Winter privately?” she asks the alpha and omega beside her.
They both stand and graciously walk out of the room with a dignity that I would admire were it any other situation. They also leave the stench of their fear behind.
She takes my arm and yanks it back as if she’s been burned. “Alpha of Winter, I must ask a favour of you. I do not know what happened to the omega you seek, nor do I know who she is, but you must, you absolutely must not draw attention to the missing gods and goddesses.”
I stare at her.
“What?”
Gods? Goddesses? Plural?
Her eyes shift, and she shakes her head, sending a whole array of auburn curls sparking.
“Beta, where is your counterpart? Why can’t I feel your connection? Where is the Alpha of Fire?” I ask in a low, aggressive tone.
She throws herself at me, slamming a hand on my mouth, looking around fearfully.
“I have one year left. You must not talk about it. No one can know.”
I pull back, frustrated. “Where is the Fire Alpha?”
She shakes her head. “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Both, if you need answers,” she hesitates and then looks up at me like she’s measuring what kind of god I am. “If you need answers, search quietly. Do not draw attention to them, and when the one with the answers comes, listen to her, even if she speaks in dreams.”
“Who?”
She backs away, her body turning to smoke with her stress. “The All-Seer.”
I turn and storm from the hall. At least I have something to search for.
No one knows who she is.
No one knows anything.
She’s just gone.
And a part of me that she brought to life starts screaming inside me. She is mine.
And I am hers.
So, where is she?
But the world I live in doesn’t even have a record of her, so I change course, and I start actively hunting the All-Seer. She is going to tell me everything.
