Page 28 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

CALIX

Blair wants to protect my pack.

Our pack.

She doesn’t know the danger that puts her in. So, she's a Seer—she doesn't know a thing about being a Seer or werewolves.

Fuck!

Cox stares at me, his face blank. He's still in shock and pissed that I didn't tell him about Blair. But I couldn't tell anyone; even him knowing puts her at risk.

“Your mate is a Seer. Has she had visions?”

I clench my jaw and cross my arms over my chest as I stare out the window, absorbing the energy from the glittering lake. It moves slightly in the wind, and my chest aches to be as calm as the lake. I nod stiffly, and Cox sighs.

“She saw the pack lands burning to the ground.” I hate saying it aloud, but it's the truth. I don't know if Blair's visions are a sure sign of something to come, or if we can change them. “Luna Marie and Alpha Drox are coming to see us.”

Cox looks relieved, with good reason. Luna Marie should be able to help Blair understand her visions, and hopefully, together, they can tell us more about these bastards.

“They killed Nina,” I mutter, although Cox already knows this. I just can't fucking believe it. Alpha Asher didn't need any more stress or reason to lose any more sanity. I feel he will only lose more of his humanity.

“It's fucking awful. Alpha Asher won't be capable of running his pack for much longer.” Cox exhales heavily.

I snap my head up, my heart racing as the border wolves announce the arrival of Alpha Drox and Luna Marie.

I stride to the door and sigh with relief when I see the Alpha and Luna approaching in the distance, their heads bowed.

It's painful for everyone; it's not just one pack that's been attacked—it's all of us.

Alpha Drox meets my gaze, and the wolves milling around exchange worried glances.

Alpha Drox is the head of the Council, and Luna Marie is a renowned Seer, so they know something is up.

That and the extra security I've put in place; no shifting at night, no leaving the pack ground either.

I hate restricting them, but I have to keep them safe.

Wolves need to run, especially by the light of the moon, and I've taken that right away from them.

But it shouldn't be this way.

I sense Blair before I see her, calmness soothing my fraught mind as I inhale her scent in the wind. I turn to extend my hand to her, and she laces her fingers with mine, allowing me to tug her close.

“I'm sorry we are meeting this way again, Blair,” Luna Marie says with a sad smile. “Shall we go for a walk?”

“Not too far,” I bark, gripping Blair tight.

Luna Marie doesn't even blink; she simply nods and allows Alpha Drox to lift her hands to his lips and kiss them.

“Not too far,” Alpha Drox echoes my words, and I relax slightly.

If it were up to me, I wouldn't let them out of our sight.

“Alpha Calix, Cox.” He nods respectfully, and we turn to the house, both pausing to watch our women. Cox holds the door open and waits, and I envy him. He doesn't have a mate to worry about. He doesn't understand the fear and pain gripping my heart at the thought of Blair being taken.

“I fucking hate this,” Alpha Drox curses as he strides into the packhouse, gripping the back of a chair. “So, tell me everything again.”

And I do. I've gone over it so many times in my mind I know it off by heart, but I wish I didn't. Alpha Drox frowns and scrubs his face.

“Why didn't they kill you?” he asks, looking directly at me.

“He didn't even try,” I admit. “He wanted to talk to me.”

Alpha Drox nods. “So he wanted you to know he wants Blair. He called her the Seer, right?”

I nod stiffly. I can't bear this.

“Calix,” Alpha Drox states, commanding my attention. “Nothing will happen to Blair.”

“You don't know that,” I rasp. “She's a human; she's just found out she's mated to a werewolf, and she's got Seer gifts! How can this be happening?”

Cox stares at the floor, but I hear his agreement in my mind. It's not fair.

“It's tragedy after fucking tragedy,” I mutter, a fire crawling through my veins I can't even begin to put out. “My brother, my father... my mother.” Memories of that bastard's words haunt me. “He told me I could have my mother back, Drox.”

“Which means she's still alive,” Alpha Drox points out. “That's good news.”

“Is it, though?” I snap my head in his direction. “Is she alive or hanging on by a thread?”

My chest feels like it's being crushed. It's been too long of not knowing my mother's fate.

“She should be here.”

Cox lifts his gaze to mine, and I know he's thinking of my brother. I can't bring myself to think of Rebel right now, so instead, I face Alpha Drox.

“So, what do we do?”

“We find out who or what they are.” Alpha Drox frowns. “Luna Marie said she hasn't been able to see them.”

“Yet Blair has?” I scoff. “So Blair is our only link to these fuckers?”

My wolf whines, and I almost join him.

We can't risk Blair.

“It would appear so,” Alpha Drox concurs gravely. “Luna Marie is going to help her. We should know more in a few days.”

“A few days?” Cox finally speaks, his glare on me. “We don't have a few days!”

I have to count to ten before responding, because I feel like ripping his throat out. I know we don't have a few days—they could return at any moment, and they're not ordinary fucking wolves. We don't know what we're dealing with, and it's killing me.

“I know,” I growl, and Cox bows his head in submission. “We need a plan of defense, Drox.”

Drox nods, his eyes hardening. “They are targeting the women. That's what they want, so that's what we protect.”

I frown and listen as he continues.

“We need to protect the women. I don't care if we hold them fucking hostage in the packhouses—they need to all be together, and we need to surround them. If those fuckers come... we'll be ready.”

“We?” Cox raises a brow.

“Yeah, we.” Alpha Drox looks from Cox to me. “This is an attack against our kind. We need to work together, so I was going to suggest we form a major pack.”

I stare at him, and he sighs, knowing what I'm going to say before I do.

“How?”

Alpha Drox stares at the table between us and nods to himself, or maybe his wolf. His face is etched with anger as he says, “We bring everyone here. It's the largest packhouse.”

Cox gapes at him, but he's right; we have the largest packhouse and the most land.

It makes sense that it’ll be here.

“Some Alphas won't agree,” I reply, flexing my fingers.

“Then they are on their own,” Alpha Drox comments without emotion. “The invitation is extended, and the rest is up to them.”

Multiple packs on one pack ground sounds like a recipe for disaster, but it's the wisest move. We are still determining what the rogue pack will do next, and there's strength in numbers. I nod my agreement.

“Alright. Let's invite them to the party.”