“Should I be?”
“Always.” His voice drops to that rumbling register that does things to my insides I refuse to acknowledge. “But that doesn’t stop you from wanting to touch, does it?”
I lift my chin, refusing to back down this time. “You’re being terribly arrogant.”
“And yet you want me.”
I open my mouth to deny it but decide to change the subject instead. “Answer my question.”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Pack law requires me to ask all those who can help to do so. But I don’t want you within spitting distance of this cesspit.”
“Why?”
“This place can destroy you. It happened to our last seer. She became so enamored with the visions that she never surfaced. Her body slowly wasted away.”
I grimace. “And you think that would happen to me?”
“I don’t know. But I’d rather not risk it.”
I glance over at the pool, watching the light dance across the water. “What happens if I want to, though?”
He stills. “But you don’t, so let’s not have this conversation.”
“Humor me.”
Ryker growls under his breath. “The mechanics are simple, you float in the water. When your gift connects with the Vision Well, you’ll go into a trance. Once in that state, you don’t just see—yousearch. Your mind moves like a shadow through the world, slipping through cracks, chasing threads.”
“So I’m not just seeing what’s shown to me,” I murmur. “I’m able to look for something specific.”
He nods. “Exactly. Intentions, plans, memories, secrets. You scry until something catches.”
I move to the edge of the pool, watching the water ripple gently in the soft breeze. “That’s a powerful gift.”
“It’s also a dangerous one.”
My wolf scratches her neck, yawning.We could do it. The last seer didn’t have a mate.
I frown. “Did the last seer have a mate?”
Ryker shakes his head. “No. He was killed before the claiming could be completed.”
She became lost in memories. Her love kept her tethered. Yours will free you.
I frown at my wolf.
I’m not in love with Ryker.
She huffs, then curls into a ball, turning her back to me.
“I’ll do it,” I say, surprising all of us.
“What?”
I glance at Ryker. “I’ll do it. I’ll scry.”
“No.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. You said it was my choice. I’m making it. I want to help the pack.”
