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Ava had enough, as she slowly seek to die but something happens that change her life!
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There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distract him. His paws crunch the grass beneath him as he treks deeper into the forest. Trees loom before him, casting their dark shadows over his furry form. Danger is in every direction. But he does not hesitate.
He is fearless.
The presence is growing stronger, the wind sending the scent to his nose. It is a sweet fragrance, one he has never smelt before; a curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating smell that he will remember forever, even when this "it" is long dead. He has never experienced this aroma around a werewolf before.
This smell is so sweet, he wonders if a human could have actually wandered into their midst. Humans generally have nice smells, although none as delightful as this one.

The Wolf wouldn't Let Me Go!

"No," he says fiercely, "I won't allow it. Ever." His face is hard and resolute, his hair sparkling in the beating sun. I look up at him, at his lightly tanned skin, straight nose, and absolutely gorgeous eyes, and frown.


"Tell me," I nearly growl, invoking an irritated glance from wolfboy himself.


"Okay, we will," he huffs, "come on." He drags me towards the mansion, the others following behind.


We enter the mansion doors, where I once again am faced with those evil, all knowing eyes. I shut my own in response, not wanting to see their brightness, the terrifying memories they cause. Lucas glances upwards with me, but doesn't shy away like I do.


"Are those what you saw?" he asks. I only nod, trying not to gaze into their fiery depths. His face seems to grow more certain as he walks, though darker than usual. His hand is like a steel bar across my back, not loving and comforting like it usually is... and I hate to admit that I miss it.


We enter the small room once more, with Lucas lifting me up easily and placing my form on the bed. The rest of the pack shuffles inwards, Ray swinging the door shut with a loud clang.


Immediately the interrogation starts. "How can you see a Shifter?" Yi asks in amazement.


"Are you a Spier?" Jake stupidly questions, causing a slap from Ray.


"Wow, Lucas, picking a Seer as your mate. Aren't you sly," Wes comments with a slight smirk.


"Shut up, everybody!" Lucas roars, causing even Wes to fall silent, "let's answer Ava's questions first." He peers into my eyes, disarming me with one glance. "Go ahead, Ava," he whispers, somehow making the words seem intimate and exciting, "we will tell you everything you want to know."


I choke on a breath at his close proximity, pulling away slightly. I tilt my head, wondering what exactly I want to know. What I need to know.


Might as well start with the basics. "What is that white thing?" I inquire, my voice still shaking from fear of the monster.


"It is called a Shifter," Wes speaks up, words flowing like melted butter from his lips, "and they are the sworn enemies of werewolves. They are creatures of chaos, death, and misery, with eyes that mirror true hell. Invisible to the human and werewolf eye, the only way to detect a Shifter in its true form is to smell it. We are the only species that has a powerful enough sense of smell."


"However," Lucas jumps in, "there are some humans able to see these Shifters. We call them Seers. Usually this sight is caused by a near death accident that a Shifter is involved in. That's you, Ava."


I think back to those burning memories, full of bitterness, fear, and hate. I can remember it now... the white cloud with those terrible eyes, floating in front of me right before wreaking havoc upon us all.


"A Seer can be awakened to become a Spier," Ray says, his voice tinged with excitement, "one of the six Talents!"


"What is a Spier?" I ask, gazing at the way Lucas's face turns hard at Ray's words. I grow even more interested, noting his discomfort.


Chapter 28