Page 14 of The Alpha's Seer
The yellow door opens, and a tiny figure hurries out with her arms outstretched. She pauses when she sees me, taking in my injuries.
“Oh my God,Blair! What happened?!”
She wraps her arms around me gently, yet I still wince, inhaling her familiar smoky scent. She smells of lavender too, and I know it’s because she has trouble sleeping.
“Still burning lavender, huh?” I chuckle as she pulls away to hold me at arm’s length.
“Jesus,” she gasps, darting a wide-eyed look at my brother. “Leon…”
“She was attacked,” Leon comments gravely, dragging a hand through his hair.
“Animals?” Aunt Ray yelps, her hand flying to her mouth.
“Kinda. Pigs.” Leon slams the door shut behind me and guides me to Aunt Ray’s house. “Can you make sure she’s okay while I take care of things back home?”
Aunt Ray nods wordlessly as she takes me inside, glancing at Leon over my shoulder. “Bring her some clothes and some books!”
I smile.She knows me well.
“Now, sweetheart, I’m going to run you a bath and ask you a few questions, okay?” Aunt Ray waves to Leon, and I turn to meet his eyes before the door closes.
He’s definitely murderous, but less so since I mentioned the wolves.
I wonder why.
Chapter Seven
LEON
Ilet Blair down.
My beautiful, innocent, caring sister was attacked while I was drinking. I slam my hand on the steering wheel and stare into the darkness of the road stretching ahead of me, wondering whether I should just drive the fucking truck off the road and end the constant pain and agony that torment me every day.
I drink to numb the pain, but it doesn’t always work. Sometimes, I have to get so drunk I pass out, and that makes me feel a hell of a lot worse in the morning when I’m late for work or Blair is staring down at me with pity, offering me painkillers and water.
I should be the one looking out for her, but I’m fucking it up daily. My head throbs with the beginning of a hangover, and my body craves beer like I’m dehydrated. Which I probably am, but beer won’t cure that, and I don’t want water.
“Fuck!” I roar, my foot weighing heavily on the accelerator.
When I arrive back in town, it’s deserted. The bars are empty, and the streetlights are casting a dim glow down the emptystreets. It’s like the town knows something is wrong with it, and it’s trying to stay quiet and unseen.
Hmm.
There’s no sign of Billy Marshall and his punk-ass friends, but I drive around long enough to make sure he isn’t hiding anywhere. I even drive to his house, which is in darkness, and fight the urge to batter down the door and demand he face me.
But Blair said a wolf saved her… and there’s only one I know of that would scare three men horny and stupid enough to try to rape my sister.
It’s a hazy memory, that’s all, but even though I was drunk, I know what I saw that night.
A pack of wolves howled at the moon before disappearing into the woods like their tails were on fire. I’ve never seen animals move so fast, but a large silver one stayed behind, and I swear he changed into a human right before my eyes.
Into Calix.
Then he turned and took in the sight of me gawping at him, watching as my beer bottle slipped from my fingers and hit the ground, the moonlight highlighting the shiny shards of glass.
I stared at Calix, and he stared back, his chest heaving, as naked as the day he was born.
“You’re pretty drunk, right?”
