The Crescent Alphas' Blind Seer

/Daisy’s POV/ “Why did you do it? You did it didn’t you, or there’s no way you’d know” The young teenage voice of the young alpha ranged in my head as I’m brought to face him again. My world which had always been filled with darkness seemed annoyingly darker and the harsh wind of the late autumn braced my already cold face. I could feel my dress being heavily drawn in the wind’s direction, but rather than the wind, the sharp tone of his voice was harsher. I could only tremble in his presence, I might be blind but I could still feel the presence of the people surrounding us, muttering and snickering as he challenged me. “I have…no idea” I could only stutter and tremble in response. ‘How did I know?’ It was a question which answer I found out much later. How did I know the young alpha would die? I wish I had provided him with an answer back then. I flinched and blinked myself to consciousness. The bus I was on would soon come to a halt, in case you’re wondering how I know that even though I’m blind, that’s because I’m a seer. Call it foresight, vision or anything else…I could always see a few minutes ahead into the future but I didn’t always know about my gift because if I knew I wouldn’t have been forced to leave the pack four years ago. Though, I came from a long line of witches, The Turner family, used to be a prestigious family of the Crescent Wolves Pack, we were forced to leave the Crescent Pack after the South Coven of witches and Silver Knight conspired to have the Crescent wolves wiped out since they feared their ability to wield magic, how can wolves wield magic they say? They were much like hybrids…the pure alpha and beta line of the Crescent Wolves pack. My father joined the last living alpha of the Crescent wolves to gain back what was rightfully theirs which led to the beginning of the Crescent Knight pack, Silver Knight pack was seized back by the Alpha Malia Agnor who then merged it with whatever was left of the Crescent wolves pack. To honour my father we were allowed to live in the pack for years but I was forced to leave after the young alpha made a mess of my already messy life. I’ve spent my life living in silence, dissociating myself from society, I mean not so many people loved to be in a blind’s girl company but it got worse after I was pointed a finger at and almost accused of killing the young alpha even though I’d only tried to help. I was young and foolish, I should have just kept my mouth shut after what I saw. “You can stop here please” I called out to the driver who almost drove past the only trail path that led into the Crescent Knight pack. “Are you sure? There are only bushes around” The middle-aged driver worried as I stood, grabbed my backpack and climbed down the high bus that drove me from the city where I was living with my grandma. A decision that didn’t come easy, being forced into the spotlight by the young alpha after accusing me of murdering his twin made it impossible for me to be among many people ever again, I could still hear their murmurs and the accusatory fingers pointed in my direction, and worse I’d witnessed it all before it happens, it was already scary before it even came to pass, what could a 14-year-old do being faced with such criticism. I am that girl, the 14-year-old blind girl who became a social pariah after being accused of killing one of the future Alphas of the pack, Daisy Turner. “Yes I am, thank you but they’ll be picking me up in the area. You don’t need to worry” I flashed the driver a smile and I felt him flinch. He probably realised that I couldn’t see. Well, this happens to me a lot. I could tell he was incredibly worried for me as I slowly climbed down, but there was no need to be worried, I was only partially blind since I could see anything I wanted to see using my foresight. “Are you sure you didn’t forget anything?” He was probably reminding me of my walking stick, but I don’t have one, I never needed one. “Nah, I’m all good” I assured and the bus driver nodded. “It’ll be better not to take that route you have in mind, you could end up with a flat” I forewarned and the bald, pot-bellied driver flinched. I hated telling people about what I saw about them since it could backfire on me like four years ago, but since he seemed pretty nice, I figured I’d tell him though he did look at me weirdly before driving off. ‘Dad will be here soon’ I thought as his image flashed through my mind, casually singing and approaching in his rattling pick-truck which he should have gotten rid of ages ago. “I can’t believe him really” I mumbled standing by the roadside while waiting for him to arrive. “Hey there lady, where are you going? You look beautiful, mind if I give you a ride?” The soft buoyant voice of my dad resonated as the car pulled over right in front of me. “It’s good to see you too Dad” I chirped, fastening on my shoulder the only backpack I brought along with me as I saw no need for a suitcase. “I didn’t think you’d remember my voice” Dad climbed down from the car and approached me. “I spent 14 years living with you dad, I can’t believe you expect me to ever forget your voice” I smirked before bringing my arms forward as Dad met me in a warm hug. “It’s good to have you back my little canary” Dad hummed as he hugged me and shook me in different directions. “Too tight” I complained before he finally released me, Dad led me to the front seat before walking around the truck back to the driver’s seat just as I settled in. “Danny can’t wait to see you” Dad grinned. Right, I have a brother, mom died when he was born and Dad hasn’t remarried ever since. It mustn’t have been easy raising him by himself, I could have been there for him, but my help was limited due to my condition although I don’t regret going to live with grandma because she taught me everything I know. Dad probably figured it was best to stay with her since she knows more about my powers than any other witch. She’s a seer witch herself, difference is…she wasn’t born blind, she taught me how I could use my gift to live in light rather than the darkness I’d forever shut myself in. “I miss him too” I confessed. I wonder how Danny’s grown. We used to get along so well in the past I can only hope that remains unchanged. “Here” Dad retrieved a white envelope from the glove compartment and handed it over to me. ‘What’s that?” I asked before pulling out the content. It’s not like I can see it immediately. I sighed and put my hand over it, feeling the hard texture of the printed paper the envelope contained. “It’s your- “Admission letter” I completed as images came flooding in. The administration block I walked into with the letter and the glass nameplate on the grand desk filled with textbooks and scattered documents that faced me as I opened the office, I could see it all. I flinched as I almost caught sight of another student standing in front of the owner of the hands who received the letter from me. I couldn’t see both their faces though but the sense of familiarity caught me by surprise. Is it someone I know? I wondered. “The alpha approved of your transfer…I’m so happy for you” I could imagine the big broad smile on my dad’s face as he announced that. Honestly, I could only force him a smile in response. The real reason I’m back to this place that had made my life so wretched was to further college. Due to my disability, a lot of Academy for Witches rejected me saying I have little potential and the one I managed to get into forced my withdrawal because I made other kids feel weird, at least they wrote me a recommendation…I thought masking my bitterness with a hopeful grin. I wish I could make them all understand that I didn’t want to be born this way, but I guess that doesn’t matter much to them. The recommendation went a long way though because it made me feel a little less guilty about benefiting from nepotism after all, my father coaxed the alpha into accepting me as a special student of the private college owned and funded by the Crescent Knight pack, the Crescent Academy, an academy that welcomed both witches and wolves alike, an academy most people would kill to get into, but they have such high standards and only take kids after proper tests and difficult screening procedures. How did I get in you might wonder? Well, my dad is a friend of the founder. The Crescent Academy was founded 13 years ago, I heard it was solely because of the alpha’s children who despite being born a wolf could wield magic, they were also rejected in every other school because of their abilities. They were outcasts that didn’t exactly fit anywhere, the alpha probably didn’t expect the school would grow to be so widely known locally and internationally but what worried me wasn’t the school’s influence but if I could successfully pull through studying there without ever having to meet him…that guy, the future alpha of the pack, he’s probably all grown up as well. Can I really pull this off? I wonder. “Don’t worry about it” Dad as if reading my mind, voiced. “Nobody remembers the accident and those that did, know it’s not your fault? You’d do great. It’ll be fine I promise” Dad smiled. I appreciate his effort to make me feel better but I wasn’t actually worried about the accident, maybe I am a little concerned that people might still remember me from back then, but more than that, facing the future alpha again scares me more than people recalling the accident. That 16-year-old boy who had pointed a finger at me back then. Strangely…I could recall his face even though I couldn’t see it. -------