Page 23 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

I shook my head. “Not that I’ve ever noticed. She didn’t suffer from schizophrenia, like her mom. And her only odd habit was crocheting tea cozies for a family full of people who didn’t drink tea.”

“Huh. It’s just not a lot to go on, and my wolf doesn’t scent pixie on you.”

“Wolves can smell specific species?” I asked. I wished there was like an encyclopedia of what all the supernatural species could do. That would be a handy desk reference.

“We can smell almost anything. Our noses are scary good. But we don’t automatically know what something is if we haven’t encountered it before,” Shay answered.

“That makes sense. So I don’t smell like anything you know?”

“You do smell like something we know. Humans.” Galyna’s tone was gruff, as if she was put out that I had eluded her nose.

“So what else can you do? You can see the shield, it looks like a bubble. Anything else?” Leigh pressed, a dog with a bone.

“I—” I hesitated, not sure if I should admit the strange seizure hallucinations I always had. I saw some crazy shit.

“It’s okay, whatever it is, we won’t judge.” Olivia squeezed my hand.

“I hallucinate whenever I have a seizure. It’s not super uncommon for the type of disease I have, but… mine are really vivid and realistic.”

Leigh perked up at that. “Ooh, interesting. What have you seen? Maybe it’s related to your powers.”

“I mean, the last one I thought was a seizure was the glowing wolf eyes in the woods, and the glowing palm, but that turned out not to be a vision. The last one before that was a few months ago. I was in a man’s sitting room—or maybe a bedroom? It had a pair of fancy chairs, and a crystal decanter of alcohol, so I guessed study. But anyway, he was sitting there drinking it, on the phone, and then he grabbed his chest and fell out of the chair dead out of nowhere. Super creepy. There was something off about his hand?” I shuddered at the memory.

“Did you know the man?” Brielle asked.

“Nope. Never seen him before in my life. He didn’t even speak. I just watched him die.” Shame burned in my cheeks, even though they’d asked. Surely death visions were a bad thing, even in the supernatural world?

Brielle’s face did look troubled. But instead of saying anything about it, she walked around the bed to the far nightstand, picking up a slim black cell phone. She tapped it a few times, then walked over and showed me a picture. “Was this by any chance the man?”

I tilted the phone to get the glare off the screen, and then my jaw dropped. “Holy shit. How did you know?”

“Just a hunch,” she whispered, expression clearly distressed as she flashed the picture to the other women in the room.

“Shesawthe high alpha’s death? In a seizure hallucination?” Galyna blurted, turning wary eyes on me.

“That man was the high alpha? I thought Kane said he was high alpha in the priestess’s office earlier?” I was struggling to keep up with the pack structure. Humans were simple. The president was easy to spot; he was the dude in a suit with a horde of testy-looking Secret Service guys following him. Kane just walked around in regular clothes like everybody else.

“This is the late High Alpha Kosta, Kane’s father.” Brielle met my eyes gravely as she answered, clicking the phone off and sticking it in her pocket. “He died a few months ago, before we bonded. Sitting alone in a bedroom, in a chair, while drinking bourbon. Your description was almost identical to the crime scene.”

I gaped, unsure what to do with this information. Everything I thought I knew about myself had just shifted on its axisagain. How many life-altering things could I discover in a two-day period? Seriously, one was enough.

“Okay, so she hasrealvisions, she doesn’t have any scent, and her people are blue. That’s something to go off.”

“Pixies aren’t known for visions,” Shay agreed, steepling her fingers together. “And we’d be able to smell that. I think we can rule out pixie as a possible ancestor.”

“Priestess Marciana gave you guys full access to the library earlier, after I asked for Reed. If you guys want, we can move this party to the library? See if we can track down some more blue species?” Elodie suggested.

“I call dragon!” Leigh shouted as she leapt to her feet.

Shay groaned. “Leigh, for the love of the Goddess, what is your obsession with dragons? We’d be able to smell if she was a shifter.”

“Hey, you don’t know, okay? Dragons are supposed to be the most powerful shifters. Maybe they can mask their scent. And historically, they come in all sorts of colors, so blue totally works.”

“Are they always like this?” I whispered the question to Olivia as we trailed the others out of the room.

“Yep, always. But it grows on you.”

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