Page 99 of The Tracker's Secret

Ste-phen.

Each syllable a hammer blow.

The name echoed inside my head, spoken in Blake’s voice. I shook my head in denial.

“No, no, no!”

It’d been a nightmare, a figment of my messed up dreams. It wasn’t a memory. True, I’d felt that same awful pressure while at the warehouse when I stood over Blake, but that had been it. I hadn’t heard his voice in my mind, and he hadn’t been calling for Stephen’s help because that would mean... that would mean...

No!

Stephen couldn’t be the one responsible for what was happening in the city. And Blake couldn’t have spoken inside my head because he wasn’t an alpha.

Unless...

My heart thundered as a possible explanation occurred to me. If I’d heard Blake’s cry for help, that had to mean that... thatIwas an alpha.

No.

It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be.

My imagination was out of control, jumping to conclusions. The dream had been simply that, a dream, not a revelation of something I’d been too inexperienced to recognize as an alpha ability. Right? Right?!

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my Camaro’s keys. There was only one person who could help me. I had to see Eric Cross right away.