Page 5 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Five

CALIX

Are we being fucking serious?

My mate is a human?

Not only a human…but her?! This has to be wrong…but the growl from my wolf tells me otherwise. It’s not wrong. Blair is my mate. Our mate.

Fuck!

My Beta, Cox, watches me from across the thick oak table between us, his eyes narrowing. He is the closest thing I have to a brother, not that he’ll ever replace my brother… Fuck, even the thought of Rebel makes me want to cry and scream.

I miss him so much.

My wolf whines, and I know he misses him too.

But Cox? He lost his best friend that night, too. And he knows me almost as well as Rebel did. Which is why he’s staring at me intently right now.

“So what happened?” Cox asks, rubbing his chin with his hand. “Who is she?”

Of course he’s asking about the human girl they attacked because I guess he already knows what he wants to about Billy-fucking-Marshall.

I’ll rip his fucking head off when I find him, the fucking spineless bastard.

I stare at Cox and allow a deep sigh to leave my chest. “Her name is Blair Granger.”

A shiver runs through me at the sheer mention of her name, and I pinch my nose, taking a moment to gather myself. I hate the effect she has on me.

“So…why did you take on three wolves for her?” Cox asks, raising his eyebrows. I’ve taken on over three wolves before, but it wasn’t for a girl.

I’m pretty sure he already knows why I did it. He just wants me to say it. Then again, he knows I won’t let women get hurt on my watch. My mother is still missing, and Goddess only knows what they’re doing to her. Whoever they are. I still can’t believe we know nothing about her, even two years on.

No one does. Not even the Seers.

Pain slices through my chest, and I snarl, making Cox lift a hand in defense.

“Calm, brother. I was just asking.”

I level my gaze and jut my chin before responding. “She was in trouble. Those bastards were going to rape her. Then I have no doubt they were going to kill her.”

My hands tremble, and I grit my teeth, resisting the shift my wolf is trying to press upon me. He wants blood at the mention of Blair suffering, and I don’t fucking blame him.

“And you said they weren’t rogues?”

I shake my head. “No. She knew one of their names, for fuck’s sake.”

Cox frowns, and I already know what he’s thinking.

Why would three boys known to the town do this to one of their own? And how are they wolves?

But this is what I don’t understand. We own this town; we know it inside and out. We run it, for fuck’s sake. So how are these boys now wolves without being part of our pack?

Cox grunts, and I know he’s thinking the same. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t,” I agree. “So why? More importantly, how? And why her? Why now?”

There are too many questions, and I can’t answer them. My head throbs, but that doesn’t stop it from firing through a million different scenarios.

Cox shakes his head, and I know what I need to do.

I need to see Lexie.

Lexie is a witch from a few towns over. She’ll know what kind of fucked-up magic this is. It has to be magic…right?

“Lexie will know.”

Cox frowns again, voicing my thoughts. “You think it’s magic?”

I gaze at him. “What else, Cox? They’re not rogues. They’re boys from town. Men who grew up here. How can they shift into fucking wolves without being known to us?”

It doesn’t make any sense. How indeed.

Wolves grow up in packs. They are part of something bigger—they don’t attend school in town or have jobs there unless it’s something the pack instructs them to do.

Every wolf for miles around is part of our pack—so how would these three knuckleheads suddenly change into wolves without us knowing them?

I fucking hate the unknown, and right now, everything is unfamiliar.

“Unless…” Cox begins thoughtfully, leaning forward in his chair. “What if their mothers were human and unknowingly bred with a wolf?”

I choke on my laughter. “Unknowingly? We fuck a little differently than your average human male, Cox, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Cox shrugs. “It’s possible though, right?”

I stare past him out the window, trying to draw calm from the evening air and moonlight that shimmers on the lake.

But it doesn’t work; I’m too fucking angry.

It’s not unheard of, humans mating with wolves.

But having their pups without them knowing is.

My wolf is on edge because he wants to be with Blair, and I’m not even thinking about the mating bond right now.

Well, I wish I weren’t.

The goddamn beast won’t let me forget about it.

My body heats at the thought of her, and I growl again, earning a confused look from Cox.

“It’s possible that one of the elder wolves fucked them over twenty years ago, yes,” I snap. “But why would they do that? To breed? They would want their pups to be part of the pack, and you know it. If the human got pregnant, the wolves would know about it.”

It’s true—wolves don’t leave their pups. We’re loyal as fuck.

“Maybe they just wanted to fuck,” Cox remarks with a smirk. “It’s hardly surprising.”

“I don’t think so,” I respond, dragging my hand over my face. “I want someone watching Blair twenty-four-seven.”

Cox stares at me blankly before flinching at my reaction.

“Are you fucking deaf?” I lean forward, my eyes wide. Cox doesn’t deserve my rage, but there’s no one else here. And he’s testing me, the silly bastard. He knows better than anyone not to rile me, the prick.

“No, but why would some random human need protecting by us, Alpha?”

Random human?!

I have the urge to grab him by the throat and demand he retract his statement about my mate—fuck off, wolf—Blair, and address her properly.

What, as Luna? My wolf laughs, and I drop my head into my hands, my cheeks burning with rage.

Fucking hell.

My wolf is already thinking of her as Luna. If I didn’t feel doomed before, I sure as hell do now.

“Because she was attacked by wolves on our territory, Cox! Any other mindless fucking questions?”

Cox shakes his head and stands, watching me like I’m a ticking time bomb, which perhaps I am.

“No, Alpha. I’ll get some wolves over there now.”

“You do that,” I say gruffly, dismissing him with a wave, grateful he’s no longer staring at me like he knows what’s happening in my head. Because even I can’t work out that shit, let alone explain it to my Beta.

I need to see Lexie because I refuse to believe these abominations are the product of some horny wolves over twenty years ago.

No, it’s more than that.

My instincts are never wrong.

And why her? Why Blair?

Maybe because they’ve always wanted her. They went to school with her; they’re local boys.

The thought of their hands on what’s mine makes me throw the table aside, barely flinching when it cracks against the stone wall. Slapping her. Touching her. Marking her perfect fucking skin.

I want to slice their flesh from their bones and pluck their eyes from their heads.

No one touches Blair.

No one.

No one but us, my wolf reminds me.

And now she’s out there, all alone.

My wolf is driving me crazy.

Remember how we soothed her?

I grit my teeth at the memory of Blair’s fingers in our fur, her soft cries against our neck as she clutched us close.

She needs us. She needs her mate.

Blair doesn’t even fucking know mates exist. I bet she doesn’t even know werewolves exist. She probably reads all those romance novels in the library she works at and waits for her Prince Charming to ride in on his horse and claim her as his princess; instead, she gets the wolf claiming her as his mate.

She will be so fucking disappointed.

I groan and wonder why the Moon Goddess would do this to me. Why would she take my entire fucking family from me in one night, one disgustingly vile night, only to make my mate a clueless, useless fucking human?

I feel like I’m cursed. Maybe I am, but why, I don’t know.

What did I ever fucking do to deserve this shit?

And now I have bigger problems—if local boys and men are turning into fucking wolves without being part of our pack, then it tells me something is very wrong in this town, and I am the pack’s Alpha, which means this shit falls to me to fix.

Great.

And I’ve got a human mate. It just gets better. At least a female wolf could protect herself and wouldn’t need everything explained to her like she’s a child. Like Blair will. If I decide to enlighten her at all, that is.

You don’t have a choice, my wolf snarls. She’s our mate.

I know he’s right, and the sinking feeling in my stomach makes me want to smash the house apart. If Blair is my mate, she needs to be here with me so I can protect her. Which I’m sure she will just love, someone dragging her from her home to this madness just to protect her.

Among other things… my wolf purrs.

“Horny bastard,” I mutter, adjusting my pants. Even when I’m like this, furious and on edge, with an unknown threat amongst my pack, I’m ready to sink my dick into Blair. Into her soft, wet mouth. Or her tight cunt.

Fuck!

No, I need to focus on the threat.

Then I get a message from Cox that sends my vision blood red.

I can’t locate Blair, Alpha.