Page 72 of The Alpha's Seer
But what?
Blair dips her head, and I wait, hoping she’ll shed some light on why her brother is the way he is. “I think he drinks because he feels guilty.”
“Why?” I inquire. “What does he feel guilty about?”
Other than letting you down?I think.
I feel bad keeping Blair out of my mind, but I don’t want her hearing my thoughts.Not when I’m this on edge.
“The attack on my parents… He feels guilty for not saving them.”
I frown. I know that was a wolf attack, but not any wolves I knew. Ice runs through my veins, and I almost crash the truck as it hits me.
Who attacked Blair’s parents?
We thought it was a random rogue pack, but now… who fucking knows?!
“We were in the car’s trunk,” Blair explains, her voice catching. “I don’t know how he thought he could’ve done anything different.”
My head spins. “Did you see anything? Did the police find anything?”
Blair shakes her head. “I didn’t see anything. I was hiding in Leon’s arms. The police said it was a horrific animal attack.”
My stomach sinks, and I finally dare to look at Blair. She’s staring at me with those beautiful wide eyes, and I know I can’t lie to her.
“Blair, your parents were attacked by wolves.”
She doesn’t flinch. “I gathered that. At first, the police thought they were wild bears, but the coroner's report said the wounds weren’t consistent.”
“You read the report?” I ask. “When?”
“When I was old enough. Aunt Ray kept it safe.”
I consider this.
“Wait,” Blair turns to me, licking her lips. “Do you know which wolves killed my parents?”
I shake my head sadly. “No, all we knew was that it was a rogue pack.”
I wait for the pieces to slide into place, and my mate doesn’t disappoint. Her jaw drops, and she gapes at me.
“Oh my God, do you think they were killed by the same pack that killed your family?”
“I don’t know, but it seems likely, doesn’t it? The question is…why?”
We need the answer so badly, yet we don’t have it.
“Why? Why would a pack attack other packs, turn random boys from the town into werewolves, and attack an innocent couple on a road trip with their kids?” Blair shakes her head. “It doesn’t make any sense, Calix.”
“We need tomakeit make sense,” I mutter, running through a million different scenarios.
“Make it make sense,” Blair repeats and frowns. “You know what Luna Marie didn’t understand?”
“What?” I whip my head between her and the road, desperately searching for signs of her brother.
“Howhecould seeme.”
I slam on the brakes. “Who could see you? The man in your vision?”
