Page 38 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Thirty-Eight

CALIX

Finally, I can see. My head still throbs, and my vision is blurry as fuck, but I’m getting there. The relief that sweeps through me is palpable; I thought I’d never be able to see again.

Blair.

I try to jump to my feet but sway to the side. I’m still so fucking dizzy.

Lexie helps me stand, her eyes darting between me and Luna Marie anxiously. I sway a little more, resting the palm of my hand against the wall to steady myself.

“When will this wear off?” I growl, scrunching my eyes shut.

“It won’t last, Calix. Not now that you’re awake, but you have to be careful.” Lexie sounds worried.

I’m about to tell her to give me another shot of her magic potion when a voice rips through my mind.

Mate!

I almost fall to my knees with relief when I hear my wolf, but he has no time for sentimental bullshit. He wants his mate, and so do I. But if I can hear him…then maybe I can hear Blair. I try—so fucking hard—but there’s nothing.

My wolf whimpers.

“Calix, take it easy,” Lexie murmurs, her hand on my arm.

I pull free of her grip. “I’m fine,” I blurt, rubbing my eyes with frustration. “Where is everyone?”

They’re in the woods. Looking for the fuckers that took our mate, my wolf tells me.

My wolf is pacing, and I can feel his rage burning my senses.

We need to leave; we’ve lost too much time already.

I can’t sense Blair at all, and it breaks me. A growl leaves my lips as I stumble into the packhouse, wincing from the bright lights.

“Calix, wait,” Luna Marie pleads with me, but I don’t wait.

I don’t have time to wait.

I shift into my wolf, leaving them behind. Instantly my vision is perfect once more, my senses heightened as my wolf takes over.

Thank fuck.

Leon took Blair, but he’d said if he didn’t kill her, they would.

It dawns on me that Leon is helping the rogue pack. He has to be—why didn’t I realize this earlier? When I saw Leon, I didn’t sense a wolf, but they must have turned him.

This is so fucking confusing.

We’re at least a day away from the other wolves. Our warriors, my wolf tells me, and I groan inwardly.

They don’t even know where Blair is—none of us do! We need to find her, I tell my wolf, my mind racing.

We go back to the scene of the crime. We go to the garage to see what we can find out.

What are the warriors thinking? Where are they heading and why? Do they have any idea where Blair is?

I mind-link Cox, and he responds instantly.

Tell me what you know, Cox.

Not much, Calix. We’re combing the area. Are you alright?

I don’t bother to respond—he will only worry, and right now, I need to find Blair. My wolf was right—we need to go into town.

I change paths, heading back to the town. Usually I’d drive, but I’m too angry. I need to run, to feel the ground under my feet, the air in my lungs.

Fucking bastards.

Stealing my mother and now my mate. Then they tried to kill me with wolfsbane! Too many lines have been crossed.

I’m going to end them.

I just need to find them first.

My body is still recovering from the wolfsbane, but it is getting easier. I still can’t reach Blair, though, which means she’s nowhere nearby.

Fuck.

I try not to imagine what they’re doing to her—I can’t, for my own sanity. Otherwise, I’ll explode with anger, and I can’t risk losing it. I need to stay focused—I need to get to Blair.

As I run, my mind drifts to Leon once more, and I wish I’d have killed him when I had the chance. I wasn’t to know he had fucking wolfsbane though—not many humans know about it.

Soon I’m in the town, and my senses are heightened. I shift back into my human form, grateful for the random clothes left in the woods. We often do this so we can blend back into society after running, and luckily most of the clothes are huge.

Still panting, I step out of the woods and stare around me, checking the expressions of people passing. They all seem normal enough, but I’m not buying it. Leon seemed normal enough until he wasn’t.

Fucker.

I head straight for his garage, but it’s only got two men in there drinking their mugs of tea and cracking jokes. They’re completely unaware of the danger that surrounds them every day and the danger I present right this second.

“Where’s Leon?” I bark, and they turn to me with wide eyes, taking in my no doubt disheveled appearance and thunderous rage.

The taller of the two clears his throat and says, “I don’t know. He didn’t show up for his shift this morning.” He doesn’t ask who I am, and I scowl.

Of course, he didn’t show. He’s taken Blair to the fucking rogue pack, and no doubt that’s where he is now.

“Shall I pass on a message?” the guy asks again, still staring at me.

“Yeah,” I reply with a sardonic grin. “Tell him Calix is looking for him.”

Then I turn and stride away, heading in the direction of Leon and Blair’s house. There have to be signs… Someone must know where he is. And when I arrive at his house, I find signs alright.

The whole place has been torn apart—sofa cushions clawed, the stuffing lying around like fallen snow, lamps overturned while still turned on, casting a putrid yellow hue over the devastation all around it.

I step into the kitchen, and it somehow gets worse—the fridge has been overturned, its contents smashed and destroyed on the sodden floor. Sodden with food and… I sniff the air. Beer. I wrinkle my nose and then stop when I smell the telltale coppery scent.

Blood.

My heart races, but then I see it: a faint spray on the wall, like someone was punched and their nose exploded.

Leon.

He was ambushed in his home. The back door swings open, and I head over to see the muddy yard. There, I can see drag marks—and I follow them until they disappear.

Into the woods.