Page 70 of The Alpha's Seer
Luna Marie heads inside, leaving behind the scent of her floral perfume.
Seconds later, my eyes fly open, sensing someone above me.
Calix looms over me, his eyes searching mine.
“Blair,” he whispers as I suddenly remember what I forgot.
“Luna Willow!”
Calix pales and stares at me, wobbling on his feet as Alpha Drox, Luna Marie, and Cox stare at me like they’ve seen a ghost.
“What?” Calix croaks out, his eyes filling with hope and fury, a deadly combination.
“One woman was called Luna Willow,” I explain, licking my dry lips.
Calix bows his head, resting it on my lap as my fingers move to his hair, touching it gingerly like he might leap to his feet at any time.
“Do we know which pack she’s from?” I ask, stroking Calix’s hair softly. He’s trembling beneath me—hemustknow her. I swallow as he lifts his head, his eyes filled with a rage that makes me retreat further into the chair.
“This one,” he rasps, his voice barely audible.
I gasp, and my hand flies to my mouth, but before I can ask who she is, my mind makes the link.
Luna.
Of this pack...
My eyes lock onto his, and he nods grimly.
“My mother.”
Chapter Thirty
CALIX
“At least you know your mother is alive.” Alpha Drox nods his head. “It’s been over two years, and she’s still alive.”
I eye him and return his nod, but I don't feel relieved even though I know I should. It means my mother has been suffering for years, something I had prayed to anyone who would listen that she wouldn’t have to go through.
So much for prayers.
Alpha Drox sighs heavily. “I know this is hard for you, Calix.”
Hard?That’s an understatement.I feel like I’ve been torn open and left for the birds to feast on.
“But your mother would want you to be strong.”
I close my eyes. “I have a question,” I say, determined to change the subject from the one haunting my heart and soul. “Why is Blair getting visions and Luna Marie isn’t?”
“It’s a valid question,” Alpha Drox says with a frown, lines appearing on his forehead. He eases back into his chair and stares out at the lake.
It’s a beautiful morning, and Alpha Asher’s pack is starting to arrive. Alpha Asher will arrive later today, which I’m not lookingforward to. My pack is being more than accommodating, and I’m proud of them. Even in the face of an upcoming war, they are resilient and tough, rallying around to support the other packs, who are clearly weary. It can’t be easy being uprooted and moved to another pack, no matter what your Alpha told you.
“Marie thinks…” Alpha Drox sighs and shakes his head.
“What?” I snap my eyes to him. “What does she think?”
“That maybe Blair has a personal connection with the rogues.” Alpha Drox exhales heavily and waves his hand before I can say anything.
