Page 68 of The Alpha's Seer

And I do. I worry about my pack daily without the added threat of this fucking rogue pack hunting us down.

“They’re on their way.”

I nod, wondering how the fuck I’m going to coexist with Alpha Asher. We’re both ticking bombs, but his rage is fresher and rawer than mine. My need for revenge still curls through every cell in my body, and I won’t stop until I’ve tasted the blood of my enemies. I want to feel the warmth dripping down my chin. But Alpha Asher?

He’s unhinged.

He also suspectseveryone, which means he won’t trust easily, which causes more problems.

“Fucking hell,” I snap, dragging my hands through my hair. “I can’t believe we don’t know who they are. How does Lexie not knowanything?” I direct this to Cox, who purses his lips.

“She’s a witch, not a Seer. She has no idea.”

I close my eyes. “We have two Seers right here, Cox, and even they don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

“Actually,” Luna Marie says from the doorway, her face pale. “We do.”

BLAIR

The icy wind blows against my warm skin, and I try to let it soothe me. But I can’t, not when all the wolves around me are irritated and scared.

“They can’t run at night,” I tell Luna Marie, who purses her lips.

“That’s not good for any wolf,” she replies with a sigh. “But I understand why Alpha Calix has put that security measure in place.”

I notice a gap in the trees and suck in a breath. I don’t dare walk in there, even with Luna Marie.

I’m so warm.

My fingers tingle, and I close my eyes, waiting for whatever is happening to me to pass, but it doesn’t.

“Blair?” Luna Marie asks, her voice filled with concern. “Blair?!”

She sounds so far away.

My ears ring, and my stomach churns, and fear grips my throat. Before I know what’s happening, I’m thrust into what I can only assume is another vision?—

I’m in a dark room.

No, not a room; it’s too cold.

Am I outside?

I can barely see, even when I squint.

I reach out until my hands touch the ice-cold stone that seems to crumble beneath my fingers. I hear someone moan, and I try to concentrate like Luna Marie told me.

It’s a vision. I can’t be hurt by a vision, no matter how scary it is.

This gives me the confidence to walk forward, craning my neck for any sign of life.

It’s dark, but I’m starting to make out shapes in the darkness, and there are so many. Huddled together, crying and moaning.

“We have to stay strong!” A woman rasps.

Her voice sounds tired and faint, like she’s been screaming for years and years.

“Our Alphas will come for us!”