Seers are rare alphas or omegas distinguished by white hair and heterochromia—one red eye and one white—and by their ability to visualize auras of other alphas and omega. They are colour blind but perceive their scent matches in full colour. Seers can assess the stability and health of auras, aura sickness, and identify bond classifications—including princess bonds and consensual versus non-consensual dark bonds—often marked by distinct visual phenomena such as a pearly sheen at bite sites.
VANDLE
My mind was sluggishly settling into a new reality. A new world. I remembered my time in the cell. Alone. Insane. Black and white shapes of guards blurring in and out.
With only a few brief windows into reality.
So few people I remembered from before…
Until one visit had gifted me reality just enough to request coming down here to Anarchy…
How long ago had that been?
Then my life was a series of flashing memories. Meeting Sin, and joining the pack. Cycling in and out of ruts. Fighting hardenough in the cages that sometimes, for the briefest of seconds, I was present.
I had no idea how far away those things were from each other.
Days. Months. Years.
Today, though, everything had changed. I’d woken in a rising tide of panic—seeing my omega try to flee.
A scent match…
One I’d gone and dark bonded even if she hadn’t given me a choice.
She was beautiful. Perfect. But she was sayingreallyodd things. I’d lowered my food, examining her closer.
Whathad she just claimed?
Sight beyond the what? “The…mortalrealm?”
Auras wereprettymortal as far as I knew. I could just assess an alpha and omega on a more precise level than anyone else. Good for diagnosing issues and stability.
I glanced at the others.
Phantom helped me out. “Crescent has just arrived, and she was part of a… group called the Ascendants.”
Crescent…? I glanced at her, fitting the name to those wide, intense eyes made of colours I’d never seen before.
“A… group…?” I asked.
“Like a faith,” Crescent said.
I noticed from the corner of my eye, Sin mouthed the word‘cult’.
I… okay.
Never been much into the religious stuff, but that was fine. I mean… especially if she thought I wasspecial…
I glanced at the rest of my pack, taking them in one by one. I didn’t remember being told their names, but they came to me easily, surfacing from a million foggy memories.
They were creatures who had, until now, been composed of cores of energy bound to me in a bond that had been my only anchor to reality.
Now I was finally processing them in the flesh.
Sin had a strange aura for an omega, and crimson eyes as sharp as daggers. That colour nagged at me, memories from my time before I’d been locked in this place—an alarm bell in nature. A threat… But as hard as his edges were, it wasn’t the only side of him—there was another he offered to his pack. I’d lived with him in the bond for long enough to know the part he tried to keep buried.
Flashes came back, some of the worst moments in that fire of madness. It had tried to consume me whole.
