The Seer and the Viatoribus Alpha

The stifling desert heat of the Viatoribus camp felt like a distant memory as I woke with a gasp, the chill of a foreboding dream clinging to me. Now, reality was a jarring splash of cold water – not from the desert, but from the infuriating knowledge that Alpha Killian, the man who blocked my Sight and who I despised, was here, in my small loft.
My so-called 'home' for the past year, since my family left and my mate became a father with my sister. A constant reminder of the future I saw but couldn't change, or perhaps chose not to.
He was here, in my space, lounging on my bed, with that smug, infuriating grin.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” The words were out before I could stop them, the years of carefully built walls crumbling at the sight of him.
