Chapter 7 Alpha Meeting
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Kieran’s hands clenched into fists as he paced the length of his father’s office, the scent of old leather and burning firewood filling the air. The room was dimly lit, save for the golden glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.
Alpha Killian sat behind his heavy oak desk, his piercing gaze locked onto Kieran. The resemblance between them was uncanny—both tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, calculating eyes that could strip a person down to their very soul. But while Kieran carried his strength in quiet confidence, his father wore his authority like a second skin.
“You’re certain of this?” Alpha Killian’s voice was calm, but Kieran could hear the underlying tension.
Kieran exhaled sharply. “I watched it happen, Dad. I saw it through Pia.”
His father’s expression darkened. “She’s a seer.”
“I don’t think she even realizes what she is,” Kieran admitted, rubbing his temples. “She thought her visions were just nightmares until she saw the missing girl’s poster.”
Alpha Killian leaned forward, his fingers interlocking. “And the murder she saw—this Jason boy—it hasn’t happened yet?”
“No.” Kieran met his father’s gaze. “Which means we still have time.”
Killian’s jaw tensed. “For weeks, we’ve been finding our kind slaughtered. Hearts missing. No trace of a scent trail, no signs of a struggle—just emptied corpses.” His voice dropped lower, thick with frustration. “Whoever’s doing this isn’t just killing. They’re harvesting us.”
Kieran already knew this. The entire pack had been on edge ever since the bodies started turning up, their warriors patrolling the town’s outskirts with no leads to follow.
“I think Pia’s visions are tied to it,” Kieran said. “Somehow, she’s connected to these murders.”
His father regarded him carefully. “And you’re certain she’s not the one responsible?”
Kieran’s eyes flashed. “Of course not.”
Killian studied him for a moment before leaning back in his chair. “This girl—Pia—she’s human. And yet, she’s entangled in something far beyond her understanding. If she’s truly seeing these deaths before they happen, then she’s a target.”
Kieran’s stomach tightened at the thought. “That’s why I need to protect her.”
The Alpha let out a slow breath, considering. “You said she had this vision while looking in a mirror?”
Kieran nodded. “Every time. It weakens her, but she keeps pushing herself. She doesn’t know what she’s dealing with.”
Killian stroked his beard in thought. “There are old legends of mirrors being conduits to the shadow realm—a place between life and death. If her visions are linked to that… we may be dealing with something worse than just a serial killer.”
Kieran stiffened. “Like what?”
His father’s expression was grim. “Something ancient.”
A cold dread settled in Kieran’s chest.
“If that’s true,” he said, voice tight, “then Pia isn’t just witnessing these murders. She might be drawing the killer’s attention to her.”
Killian nodded. “Then we don’t have time to waste.”
Kieran straightened. “What do you want me to do?”
His father’s gaze hardened. “Stay close to her. Don’t let her out of your sight. If the killer is after her, we need to be ready.”
Kieran nodded, determination burning in his veins.
Whatever was happening to Pia—whatever force was pulling her into these visions—he wouldn’t let it consume her.
Even if it meant risking everything.
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