Chapter 8

Alpha William’s POV.

“Give it to me straight. What is wrong with her?” I told the seer after I had made the guards take Maya to the next room.

“What did you mean by ‘this is way beyond us’?”

The seer, a fragile old woman whose physical appearance had been that way since I'd known her, stared at me straight in the eye before she looked away momentarily.

“Nothing is wrong with her.”

“Okay? So why did you say it is way beyond us.”

She hesitated with an answer. “Her wolf… it's not regular.”

The walls of my stomach tightened, “Is she cursed?”

“No! Far from it. She's not cursed. She is just…just so…”

Her words trailed off before she had the chance to complete them which made my anxiety skyrocket through the roof.

I had no control of my body and had no idea when I grabbed her arm tightly, glaring at her. “Tell me!”

With horror reflecting in her eyes, she parted her lips and the words came flowng down.

“Her wolf is the strongest wolf I have ever seen.”

Interesting.

My grip on her arm loosened until I had finally let go.

“What's so interesting about it?”

“In the book of old, ancient tales from the times my forefathers were not yet conceived, werewolves like hers roamed the earth freely. They were called breathers and had the ability to handle fire…”

“Handle fire?” I resounded her words again, my confusion visible on the lines that deepened my forehead.

“Like yesterday?”

“Yes. Like yesterday. Her werewolf has supernatural capabilities, alpha.”

My eyelids fluttered more times than I could count, news like this called for a celebration. A werewolf with such power, of great capabilities, was in our midst, we ought to celebrate, I thought.

“No wonder she could defeat the alpha's brother. I remember asking her about it and all she said was that her wolf took over and the last thing she remembered, was her loosing control of her limbs.”

“Her wolf is not just blessed with the ability to walk in and out of fire, though that is it's most distinct feature. It's speed is heightened, it's sense of smell is better than the average beta wolf and it's vision can see the future.”

“Wow.” I marveled in amazement. “That's amazing.”

Without a word note to her, I yelled for the guard who brought Maya in.

She had a look of distraught in her eyes as she walked in on us, obviously annoyed by the incident earlier.

“What's this about now? Is she going to perform another test?” There was spite in her voice.

“Is she going to perform more test?"

“Have a seat.” I pointed to the chair beside me. “No more test. The seer has something to say to you. Something you might find interesting.”

Reluctantly, Maya took the seat beside me. She slouched down with her shoulders laid back and her gaze neutral.

“Okay. What is it?”

The elderly woman continued.

“Your wolf is the strongest of the werewolves to ever walk the face of the earth. Second to the alpha King's Wolf.”

Her eyes lit gently, curiosity in this.

“Really? But I got my wolf late. I was 23 when I got my wolf.”

“It doesn't matter. Your wolf is the strongest wolf there is and that is why you haven't been able to get a mate.”

My gaze moved to the seer once she mentioned a mate as my curiosity piqued.

“And that goes for the alpha also.” She continued.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you have not been able to find a mate because your mate is the alpha.”

Realization dawned on me and Maya at the same time. We exchanged glances for a little while, my stomach wall cramped tightly again, the walls of my throat parched dry.

I had my speculation, believing there was something strange about the girl, but never in a million years did I think she was the one who completed me.

“But I…I had a mate. One the moon goddess recognized and named as mine. Alpha Thomas, my wolf, called for his wolf when she saw him. He is my mate.”

“Your wolf called for comfort, not her mate. And besides, she mirrors what you believe is your reality. At that time, the alpha seemed like the best option to you and so she went your way. But believe me, the alpha is not your mate. He is not strong enough.”

I sat closer to the seer. “And what are you trying to say to me?”

The seer's attention shifted from Maya to myself.

“Every one thousand years, a wolf like Maya's is created and so is a werewolf like yours. In the days of old, strong and powerful werewolves were meant to be together but humans and lesser werewolves came together to plead for powerful werewolves not to be mated together so their powers would not be out of hand.”

“That's bad.”

“Yes, at birth, powerful werewolves are meant to be separated but if they do manage to find their other halves, they can stay together in love as long as they do not get out of hand.”

“And if they have other mates when they find their other halves..” I eyed Maya. That was meant to be her question.

“Their relationships with others would never go far unless they come together. They are meant for each other, inseparable. If they stay with others they will be miserable.”

“And so in other words, alpha William here, the alpha king is my mate forever and always?”

“Yes.”

Maya's expression didn't look as stern as she did when he entered the room. Her mood has greatly improved. I caught her lips move, a smile was forming, I could almost bet and then halfway through, she stopped, glanced at the seer and then me.

A tensed moment. 

My heart beat blocked the sound of everything else. Could she hear it?

And then, “This must be a joke, alpha William. Let's go to bed, it's late already.”

My heart crumbled in shock.

A joke?