Twisted Fate

Chapter 8

Astrid

My question hung in the air as I stared at her hazel eyes. I'd heard about her kind but never had the opportunity to meet one. Seers have complete knowledge about the past, present, and future. They act as guides to other supernatural creatures in crucial times of need. In the past, many tragic events had been prevented with the help of their guidance.

"You're a seer," I said with bewilderment. Her wide smiled confirmed my thought. I couldn't help but wonder why she would be here at my celebration of all places. Surely, she had more important matters to attend to.

Her curvy waist and high heels compelled the attention of a few unmated wolves nearby. Even I couldn't take my eyes off her. Although she looked incredibly young, I knew she was much older than met the eyes. She'd probably witnessed more things than my brain capacity could manage.

"My apologies," She spoke sweetly to me for the first time, "My name is Sylvia, and you must be the famous Astrid Collins," I felt a strong wave of her enchanting powers the minute I shook her hand. It was quite intimidating.

"Did you come with someone?" I asked her, pulling back first. I doubted the possibilities of her being someone's mate.

"I came alone," She titled her head to the side, studying my facial features. There was a mixture of admiration and firmness in her voice as she said, "I've been waiting a long time to meet you, Astrid."

Suddenly, I had so many questions floating in my mind for her. Sylvia knew the beginning of my life and how it would end. This fact spiked my curiosity even more, and I decided to give in and ask her about the times before I was born.

She was tight-lipped about most of the details, although I'd still learned some interesting facts about my ancestors, things unknown to anyone in my family.

We were both too interested in our conversation to realize the curious eyes watching closely. One witch in a room full of wolves wouldn't go unnoticed, and by now, more people were surrounding us. I became apprehensive when my parents made their way through the crowd. My father wasn't going to be pleased by her presence.

"What are you doing here?" Dad growled, his hard eyes boring into Sylvia. Mom instinctively put her hand over his, attempting to keep him calm though I wasn't sure it would work this time. He loathed all witches equally as he did the Blackburn family. During the peak of witch-hunting, he took absolute pride in slaughtering countless witches. His hands are stained with the blood of many lives.

By the look on his face, he wouldn't mind practicing those old skills on Sylvia now, mainly because she glared back at him in a challenging way. She wasn't afraid of him.

"It's good to see you too, Jonah," She muttered, rolling her eyes before she turned to my mother and smiled, "Gracie, my darling, you look absolutely stunning tonight! Your daughter definitely takes after your beauty," She hugged my mother, not caring if my father was just inches away from having an outburst.

"Did you invite her?" Dad asked mom with a nasty attitude as she pulled away from the seer. Mom was quick to raise an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip, almost as if telling him to watch who the hell he was talking to. Sylvia must've noticed the same because the corners of her lips tipped up as she watched them.

"I did not," She spoke to him with the same nasty tone, "But if I did. What would you do then?" She crossed her arms, waiting for him to say something smart. At this, everyone watching went about their business. No one wanted to see how ugly my parent's arguments could get. In the end, mom won every time.

To prove my point, dad shook his head at mom and turned his attention back to the seer. He wouldn't dare challenge his mate and embarrass himself when she scolded him in front of his peers.