Page 42 of The Alpha's Seer
BLAIR
Calix told me to get dressed in warm clothes since we’re going on a trip, so I’ve doubled up my layers, knowing the mountains are even colder than the town. I’m in a black sweater and black padded parka, black leggings beneath my jeans, and thick boots. I also found a hat, gloves, and a scarf, so I’m assured I will be warm enough. I meet him by the front door, and he’s staring at the lake, his brows furrowed and his jaw tensed. He’s wearing a thick jacket lined with sheepskin-like material, open to reveal a thin black t-shirt. His eyes are stormy, the amber glow within them darker than usual.
Something is wrong.
“Hey,” I say, tilting my head to the side as he examines me. His gaze drags down my body slowly before he nods.
“Are you warm enough?”
I nod and glance around us, finding the packhouse empty. “Is anyone coming with us?”
“No.”
He opens the door and beckons for me to walk past him, and as I do, he inhales deeply, putting his hand on my arm. Startled, I look at him, and he exhales.
“I needed that.”
I frown. “Needed what?”
He steps closer, crowding me in the doorway as he strokes my face. “You.”
My core tightens, and my stomach dances, but I force myself out the door. “So where are we going?”
Calix stares after me before moving, glancing around us. Cox and another man watch us from another house, and Cox nods silently at Calix.
I lift my hand to wave, and Cox lifts his back, jabbing the young man beside him in the ribs to do the same. I hear laughter from across the lake, and I see bonfires and people dancing by the shore, not a care in the world.
“Who are they?” I ask, and Calix rolls his shoulders.
“What you humans call teenagers.”
“So youdoanswer questions,” I mutter as he shoots me a dark look.
“We’re going on a trip. I told you.” Calix yanks open the door of the truck before waving me in.
I hop in and wince when he slams the door.
Nighttime has fallen, and as Calix maneuvers the truck down the dirt path back to the road, I marvel at how many people live here, none of whom I’ve ever seen. We live in a small town, so how do I not know anyone?
“Because they’re wolves,” Calix says without looking at me. “They don’t go into town unless we desperately need something or there’s a solid reason.”
I huff, and he looks at me expectantly.
“Why do you read my mind?” I demand, desperate for him to stop doing it.
But would I if I could read minds?
Probably not.
“I don’t know,” Calix replies with a sigh. “Wolves use it to communicate, but I don’t know if it’s because you’re my mate or if there’s some other reason.”
“Oh.” I stare out the window but soon get bored and turn my attention back to Calix. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the door frame.Even in this truck, he’s huge, and he looks uncomfortable.
“You look like you’re squashed,” I tell him as he cracks a smile. “Can’t you get a bigger truck?”
Calix turns to me with a devilish smile, and I shiver.
“They don’t make them any bigger, Blair.”
