Page 5 of The Alpha's Seer
Fury spills into my veins as she turns her head, showing her throat has been slashed savagely.
“Rosa,” I whisper, a lump in my throat.
She’s eighteen. She was due to find her mate at the pack’s ceremony next week.
Now she won’t see another dawn.
“Anyone who can help the injured, do it now,” I roar, storming into the packhouse to face my worst fears.
Blood is sprayed over the walls, and my bare feet are wet. My chest tightens to the point of agony, and I thump it, refusing to give up now.
I’m all that’s left.
My father has been mutilated and hung around his bedroom. I fall to my feet, weeping and howling as I try to absorb what’s happened.
Someone murdered my family and took my mother.
And they’re going to fucking pay.
Chapter Three
BLAIR
TWO YEARS LATER
The crack of thunder overhead makes me jump, and I drop the keys for the library onto the slick ground.
“Dammit.” I lean down and scoop them up before hurriedly locking the solid oak door. I’d been coming here since I was a kid, and it held many happy memories. If my mom knew I was the librarian now, she would be so proud.
A smile ghosts my lips until I turn to see the storm raging ahead, my little car barely visible through the downpour. I love weather like this usually—if I’m inside, which I’m not. I bite my lip and make a run for my car, slipping and sliding in the mud along the way. My fingers brush the unlock button on the key fob, and I thank my brother for insisting I get a car with remote locking.
The perks of having a mechanic for a brother: he always knows best when it comes to cars.
I slide into my car, pushing my damn curls from my eyes, and push the key into the ignition. The engine does nothing.
“What the hell?”
I try to turn it over again, but it’s like the car is dead—there’s no response.
Strange.
I tug out my phone and dial my brother’s number, only to hear a beeping in my ear; I don’t have any signal.
I furrow my brow and look around me. The library is on a quiet street out of the main town, meaning if I wanted to go to the bars there, I would need to walk a good fifteen minutes in this weather. The windscreen is blurry with rain, not that I could see further than the glow of a streetlight anyway with how dark it is.
I lean back in my seat and sigh, wondering what to do when something blocks the streetlight for a brief second. I blink and lean forward, wondering if I’m seeing things. The streetlight is at least forty feet tall—there’s no way something blocked that out.
Birds were too small, surely?
I’m focusing on the streetlight when I hear something hit the car from behind. A thud, not hard enough to crack the metal but loud enough to get my attention.
I swallow and slip my key from the ignition, just about to lock the doors, when my driver’s door is yanked open. A strangled cry leaves my throat when I see Billy Marshall grinning at me with a strange look in his eyes. He’s also shirtless…in this weather! I went to school with Billy some years back, but still… I don’t know what the hell he’s doing outside the library in a storm.
“Jesus, Billy, you scared me!” I scold him, clutching my chest.
Billy continues to grin before he waves me out of the car wordlessly.
“What? I’m not getting out of the car, Billy.” I reach out to pull the door shut when he almost rips it from its hinges, pulling it out of reach.
