He smelled like burning wood and ash. It was so dominant, and kinda... angry. It was still hard not to huff it as he carried me down the hallway.
We entered the huge cafeteria that I'd first been in when I'd come through the doors to Anarchy, but this time Vandle was carrying me over to the open window along the wall. He didn't stop to speak to anyone as he loaded up a plate.
The others were behind us, and I could feel them all in the bond, so I'd stuffed my face into the corner of Vandle's neck, not meeting their eyes.
They were all a bit shaken, and upset, and... Well, also pissed. But they'd... be okay with it in the end.
At least I hoped so.
They were heathens, so they didn't understand that they couldn't give me a normal bond. Not with me being gold pack...
This was for the best.
More than I deserved.
Vandle didn't take long, piling up his plate with an obscene amount, and snapping at one of the servers when they tried to stop him.
“I haven't had a real meal indays,” he snarled.
The server, a slender alpha with long black hair and a goatee, seemed so shocked by his outburst, that he didn't argue.
The server didn't say anything to me, though he was gawking—like everyone else, actually. The others caught up with us as he left the cafeteria and returned to the main square where he’d bitten me. He set me down, and slid onto one of the benches.
The square was much larger than any of the hallways or even the cafeteria, which had a higher ceiling than the cells. This room was a few stories high, like the chapel auditorium back in the Convent.
I settled onto the bench right beside him, hoping he was alright with how close I was.
He was clearly still grumpy with me, even as he nudged one of his pancakes in my direction. I took it, unable to tear my gaze from him.
He was really beautiful, even with the strange mismatched eyes. It comforted me—I'd always been a little different looking. My hair was white, and my skin was devoid of colour except for when I blushed. Before my eyes had turned gold, they’d been a pale pink.
But that wasn’t the real reason his mismatched eyes were wholly captivating. There was a much more pressing truth that was sinking in.
He was a Seer—he was special.
And the Ascendants elevated Seers as Chosen.
That meant… I blinked, the truth finally hitting me. He could claim this dark bond without being cursed.
“Can someone explain what the fuck just happened?” Phantom sat down opposite us. He glanced at Vandle, then to me. “Whydid you run away?”
“I… didn’t know your pack lead was a seer,” I whispered.
“What does that change?” Sin asked.
Right. They really didn’t knowanything. “Seers have sight beyond the mortal realm.”
Vandle paused halfway through cramming a pancake into his mouth, shooting me a funny look.
“And…?” Sin prodded.
“So he has the authority to decide on a dark bond with a gold pack like me.”
The words themselves settled nerves that still hadn’t dulled since I’d woken up this morning.
I was bonded to my scent matches, and everything was going to be okay.
SEERS
