Two Rejects

Chapter 39--The Foretell Part 1

"Mia," He says lowly with slightly narrowed eyes. "The Foretell is a sacred place. You cannot speak to anyone except me of what you see in here. It can change everything."

I lick my lips with a slight frown, "What am I meant to see?"

King Aiden tugs my hand and we keep walking. This time in silence as I walk around the emptiness. I feel like we're wandering aimlessly. The only point of reference I have is the blue light at the end. That is, until the fog starts to move.

In the corner of my eye, I see the fog shifting and I jerk quite harshly towards it. The movement catches me entirely off-guard that my hand nearly slips out of Aiden's. He squeezes me reassuringly and we stop quickly to stare at the fog. The only reason I'm able to remain calm is because I glance up at Aiden. He reassures me with his golden gaze before turning to the images.

Before I know it, the fog has turned into a scene. It feels like I'm in a museum and I'm looking at an exhibit. Except, the fog is moving and I start to see it's more like a crystal ball. The light is a bit distorted as the fog tries to become...

Four teenage boys. Aiden squeezes my hand.

They're all sitting in a booth at a corner of a bar. I instantly recognize Matthew. My breath hitches and my heart starts racing. I take a step forward, but Aiden keeps me in place. Matthew looks much younger. Even his face has a few teenage pimples. His hair style is different, and he's wearing a baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans. Something that is so unlike him. I can't help but crack a smile.

Is this Matthew's punk rock phase? My wolf asks with an endeared chuckle. He looks so cute and adorable.

She's absolutely right. He's laughing with his three friends. His hands clutching a beer like it's his first ever drink. I turn my attention to the three other guys. It doesn't take me more than a second to recognize Alpha Alexander. His nearly albino features peeking out. White hair, icy blue eyes. A true Jack Frost in the making. Next is one wearing a hoodie, covering his head, his beer in front of his face to block the view. But as soon as he looks up briefly, his eyes pierce with gold.

I turn to King Aiden—my eyes wide as I stare between him and his teenage self. He offers me a soft smile, but I turn back to the image in front of me. King Aiden is sandwiched by Matthew and another wolf I don't know. It doesn't take rocket science for me to figure out it's Matthew's friend Alpha Wayan. Beautiful hazel eyes and light caramel skin.

"God you two are such utter dorks." Wayan snorts with a swing of his beer. He turns to Alexander, elbowing him lightly. "Come on Alexander, back me up here."

Alexander shrugs, but his smirk is very clear. Matthew rolls his eyes, a slight tinge of annoyance crossing King Aiden's face. I realize it's not directed at Matthew, but instead at Wayan. "Did you just call the King a dork?" Aiden's young self asks.

"Yes." Wayan laughs, "A dork. D-O-R-K. Would you prefer prude?"

"Shut up, Wayan." Matthew shoves his friend as he laughs. "Just because we're not man-whores doesn't mean we're dorks."

"Are you insinuating that I'm a man-whore? Me?" Wayan frowns, "A man-whore?"

Alexander nearly chokes on his beer. "Dude..."

"I'm just kidding," Wayan grins. A girl walks by their table, and he winks in her direction. As soon as she's gone he turns his attention back to the boys. "I know I'm a slut."

"If you're such a fuck boy," There's an evil glint in King Aiden's eyes as he speaks. Almost like he knows exactly what buttons to push. "Then I'm surprised you haven't fucked your best friend...yet."