HUNTED Novel Chapter 55 - The Seer

Damon led her towards the table where the pack leaders sat. Off to the side, she noted an elderly man with a middle-aged man with brown hair and eyes sitting next to each other at the end of their table. The pair of them stood up and approached Aila, bowing their heads as the elderly man took her hand and shook it.

"Aila Cross?" His raspy voice asked. She nodded and smiled at the man. His back straightened as an electrical jolt travelled through him; she could tell a form of power shot through him as her hand felt the powerful energy radiating off him.

The man pulled her into a mind-link, "Ah yes. You are your mother's daughter. You may be a mirror to her and her kind heart, but I also see your father in you, courageous, strong, a leader. May you use the power of your ancestry wisely. Once knowledge is found, it cannot be unfound. Others in the past have struggled with such knowledge and abilities." He tilted his head to the side as he stared at her blankly.

Aila was about to ask further on what he spoke, but the small pause was filled once again with his words, "Hmm, I cannot fathom your future. It is not set in stone. The outlines of the puzzle pieces are visible, but the image flickers and distorts. Each ti I reach for it, it scrambles away and returns in place, mocking , taunting …"

He withdrew his hand and looked back at Aila as though a cloud passed across his eyes, and he could see clearly again. Before she could make sense of what he was rambling about, he grabbed her hand again, clinging onto it tightly as his eyes misted over again.

"My powers do not work how they used to…." He stiffened again as a shock passed through him, "You have been through a great deal.. I am sorry for the part I played in your pain.."

Aila frowned.

"His part?" Malia asked her thoughts.

"Ah, hello sweet Malia…. I .. I .. The hunters.. seek for you.. The Moon Goddess is waiting for you…A man.. Will not stop until he has you again."

He was saying so much. But Aila caught on to what he last spoke; she questioned, "Silas?"

"…" He paused and closed his eyes.

"I cannot get his na.. let

look.. deeper," His voice whispered through the mind-link.

Aila waited patiently; she could feel Damon's grip on her waist tighten after seeing the worry forming on her face.

"White hair. Shoulder length white hair, lean body. Or, no, his hair is black and gelled back. NO. Power, power. There is power. He.. is … powerful. Very powerful," He rambled, but before he could continue on, his hand was pulled back by the middle-aged man next to him.

"Sorry about him. He can't help but use his ability. And why wouldn't he for you, princess," The man held the elderly man by the shoulders and rubbed them gently before an elderly lady ca forwards, and they walked off together.

"He is a seer of sorts," Damon explained while his hand gently massaged the side of her waist. What he ant to probably be comforting only sent shockwaves of desire through her body.

Dammit, Damon.

"So he can 'see' the future? He certainly had so interesting things to say.." Aila tried to disperse his words into aning.

Soone was coming for her. It had to be Silas. Who else would be after her? His words were jumbled, soone with white shoulder-length hair, maybe he is an accomplice of Silas. What did he an by the Moon Goddess waiting for ? His words started to give her a dull ache of a headache forming.

After zoning out of it over the questions filling her mind, she focused on the brown-haired man still standing before them. He scratched the back of his head and extended his hand, "Anyway, it's amazing to et you and to see the woman you have beco."

Aila tilted her head at his words. A crease ford in between her brows before she shook his hand.

"You look exactly like Lexa, and I see Titan in you too. Sorry, where are my manners.. My nas John. I was friends with your parents and beta of Moon Valley," He smiled. Aila relaxed her shoulders and retreated her hand.

"It's so nice to et soone who knew my parents. Thank you, I would love to hear more about them soti," She replied genuinely.

"Of course! I have many stories of your dad before he t your mum. I bet you are just as rebellious as him!" He boasted, making Aila chuckle in delight.

"Very rebellious," Damon smirked.

John looked at Damon and bowed his head, "Anyway, I have taken up too much of your ti already. Your highness, Luna Aila."

John scampered away into the crowd, eting a few of the other older pack mbers, sitting down and raising a pint of beer with them.

Damon shook his head and looked at her, "Your first eting, and you are already ssing up my schedule.. What will I do with you," He drawled with a rumble behind his voice.

"Well, I was here on ti!" She exclaid.

He chuckled before motioning her towards her seat. Damon pulled her chair out from the table, and she happily sat down, and he scooted her forwards. Her mind was swirling with the thoughts of the seer, and by John, it was nice to finally et a friend of her parents. He was another person she could ask him more about them.

Aila glanced around at the different faces in the room, wondering how many of them knew her parents. She felt her stomach knot and hoped that her parents were proud of her, even if it did take 23 years to finally beco a werewolf. The weight of the pack, their old friends and their legacy now rested on her shoulders.