Page 15 of The Alpha's Seer

That was all he said, all he had to say before turning and strolling into the woods without looking back.

I blinked and laughed nervously, wondering if he was right. Maybe I’d drunk too much. But I know what I’d seen.

Calix isn’t human. He is a wolf.

And he saved my sister.

Not only that—he’d savedmethat night when I’d tried to drive home drunk. He’d thrown me into the back of my truck and driven me home, muttering about my responsibilities. When I woke up the next day, and Blair described who’d broughtme home, I knew it was Calix. He knew I’d kept his secret, and maybe he felt he owed me.

No one would believe me if I told them, anyway. I’m a drunk, and no one believes a drunk.

But I know what I saw.

I consider driving to the mountains and asking him outright if he’d saved Blair tonight, and maybe offering him my loyalty or whatever the fuck he wanted, but I think of Blair and how worried she’d be.

If I see Billy, then I’ll stop the truck and beat him to death, but I need to get Blair some clothes and other stuff. She needs to be my priority right now, and once I know she’s alright, I can drive home and drink until I can’t see.

What would I have done if three local boys had raped and murdered my sister?

I shudder and let out a moan.

I can’t entertain that thought.

I drive to our home, my eyes still wide and alert as I pray Billy Marshall stumbles into my path and I can run him the fuck over, but there’s no such luck. I kill the engine and jump out of the truck, heading into our house and grabbing whatever I think Blair might need.

Her books are stacked on her bedside table, and I grab a handful, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with guilt for not knowing what books she likes. I make a point of glancing at the book’s title before chucking it into the backpack in my hands, regretting it immediately.

The Vampire’s Vixen.

The image on the front is of a scantily clad woman being held by a vampire with blood-red eyes, his hand down her panties.

Great, so my sister reads porn.

I jog downstairs, my head aching and my body crying for a drink. I hover by the door and eye the fridge before muttering, “Fuck it.”

I reach in and pull out a six-pack of beer. I won’t drink them all but need one or two to steady my nerves. My heart is racing like a track star on steroids, and I can’t breathe. I bust the lid off a bottle and down it almost instantly, and my body sags with relief.

I’m addicted.

I’m an alcoholic, and I don’t give a fuck.

I really don’t.

So when I step outside, the air hits me so hard I gasp, but it’s notthatthat makes me stop.

It’s the hulking figure resting on the hood of my truck, his arms crossed and eyes burning into me.

“Calix.”

I need another beer.

“Where is she?” Calix rasps, barely blinking as I uncap another beer and drain as much as I can before answering him.

“Why?”

His head cocks to the side, and he shakes it slowly. “Where is she?”

He rolls his lips back and pushes off the hood, stalking toward me as I try my best to puff my chest out. I can’t show him I’m afraid, but I fucking am. This fucker could rip me apart in human form or as a wolf.