Page 62 of The Alpha's Seer
“Maybe I’ll even give your mother back.”
I snap my head toward the voice before he realizes his mistake, my wolf grinning wildly, giddy with excitement.
He steps forward, the moonlight casting a long shadow behind him as he does. His face is horribly grotesque, twisted, and burned beyond human recognition. His eyes aren’t level; one sags lower than the other, and his nose and top lip are melted together. He’s hideous.
“And now, Alpha Calix? Do you know who I am?” His voice drips with disgust, and I prepare myself to pounce.
I will rip him limb from limb. The man responsible for so many deaths.
He attempts to grin at me, and I shudder at the toothless hole gaping from his face.
“No, nor do I care,” I growl, but my wolf stops me from attacking.
Something is wrong.
“But youshouldcare, Alpha Calix.”
He’s mocking me.
Why?
He is genuinely alone here in the woods.
Did he cause this chaos alone?
Surely not.
“Have you not guessed yetwhowe are?” he crows, clapping his hands together. “We’re the exiles. Therejects.”
I shake my head as I hear feet pounding the ground behind me; Alpha Asher is close.
“But we will prevail,” he continues, backing away. “We will ruin you all.”
I launch myself at him, but he’s too fast—incredibly fast—and as soon as Alpha Asher appears, he vanishes.
“Where is he?” Alpha Asher rages, chasing the ghost of the man. “Calix!”
“The exiles,” I whisper, a frown creasing my forehead. “The rejects.”
Alpha Asher turns to stare at me, his blood-red eyes swimming with murderous rage. “What the fuck are you talking about? My sister wasmurdered?—”
“He said they were the rejects, Asher!” I snap, unable to find empathy right now. “The man is a part of something bigger. He wants my mate, and he’s determined to destroy us all.”
Asher snarls at me and runs into the woods, chasing a man he’ll never catch.
A ghost.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BLAIR
Pandemonium.
Wolves and humans run around the packhouse, their faces filled with terror, panic, or both.
Cox watches me from the chair facing the door, his face grim. He's been told to watch me—that much I know—and watch me he has. But he hasn't told me anything, and I'm about to go crazy.
Calix raced from the packhouse hours ago, and three wolves are in critical condition with the pack doctor. I've heard whispers that they aren't going to make it.
