Page 8 of The Alpha's Seer
Gods and Goddesses, what is this madness?
Her fingers stroke through the fur until she lets out a shaky breath and leans closer. My wolf is smug as fuck, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. Her scent is so delicious I almost throw her over our back to carry her to the packhouse, to ravish her, mark her, and make her ours. But she’s barely clothed, and it’s freezing. She needs warmth, and we can give that to her.
Blair.
My beautiful, beautiful girl. What did they do to you?
Her eyes are like globes as she stares at us, her fingers lost in our fur as she moves closer, her bare, wet, cold skin pressing against us.
“Hey boy,” Blair whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “Did you see any of what happened out there?”
She’s not expecting an answer, so I don’t give her one. Instead, I lean into her, letting her bury her head into our neck. My wolf preens and relaxes, but I can’t help but wonder why he’s reacting like this to a human. It’s happened before, mating with a human, but it was once and many years ago. It’s so rare that it’s a story told around campfires by the elder wolves, yet here my wolf is, behaving like he’s found his mate.
MATE!My wolf screams at me.
I growl at my wolf, but he ignores me, snuggling into Blair’s arms like I don’t exist.
She’s safe,he tells me.Our mate is safe.
A strange feeling sweeps over me when he says that, and I know I’m absolutely powerless to argue with him when my entire body relaxes for the first time since…since that night two years ago.
I shove the thoughts of the massacre out of my mind and force us away, watching Blair so she understands I want her to follow us. Her cheek shines a deep red, and there’s no disguising the shape of the hand that struck her. My wolf growls, and Blair backs against a tree trunk in fear, trembling again. My wolf whines and drops to the ground, reminding her she has nothing to fear from us. I need to shift to explain that she’s safe, but I don’t have any clothes here.
Dammit.
I make my way to the pathway back to the front of the library, looking back at her so she understands to follow me. She shakes her head, gulping with fear.
Come on, Blair,I tell her, wishing she could hear me.
I walk back to her and nudge her hand, moving so she knows to hold on to me.To us.
Finally, she gets it, and she rises to her full height on shaky legs, gripping our fur as she stumbles forward. There are no marks on her body other than scratches; no handprints that I can see. The thought of those wolves touching her…
I suppress a growl and guide Blair out of the treacherous path, leading her back to her car. Her bag contents are strewn all over the ground, and I watch as she picks up her tattered clothing, a sob half hidden in her throat.
Fury overtakes me until my vision turns red, but there’s nothing left for her to fear. I’ve made sure of it.
Cox must’ve taken care of the dead dogs because only the scent of blood is left in the air now. Cox won’t stop until he’s found the stray dog that ran from me. It shouldn’t be hard; those wolves don’t belong here. Attacking women alone at night is a sign of weakness and evil, something we as a pack won’t tolerate.
I spy Blair’s cracked glasses on the ground and pick them up in my teeth, taking them to her. Blair reaches out warily at first, but mumbles a thank you as she shakes her head in disbelief.
Yes, a wolf just gave you your glasses.
Ha, poor girl, she’s in for a surprise.
She’s dragged a blanket around her from within the car, and I sit beside her open car door as she calls her brother.
“Leon,” she sobs, glancing at me. “Can you come and get me? I’ve been attacked…”
I back away into the forest, watching her from the shadows until her brother shows up. Leon, to his credit, shows up in six minutes in a tow truck, his eyes blazing and fury running off him in waves.
“Who thefuckdid this to you?” he yells, not giving a fuck about the rain and sinking to his knees beside his sister.
Who indeed?
My wolf doesn’t like Leon putting his hand on Blair’s shoulder and lets out a low growl.
It’s her brother,I tell him, though I share his discomfort.
